A Wise Man Loses Nothing, If He

To Distract Myself From Tiresome Thoughts, I Have Only To Resort To Books; They Easily Draw My Mind To Themselves And Away From Other Things.

Poverty Of Goods Is Easily Cured; Poverty Of Soul, Impossible.

Age Imprints More Wrinkles In The Mind Than It Does On The Face.

Now, Of All The Benefits That Virtue Confers Upon Us, The Contempt Of Death Is One Of The Greatest.

A Man Must Become Wise At His Own Expense.