Hatred Is A Settled Anger.

The Eyes Like Sentinel Occupy The Highest Place In The Body.

What One Has, One Ought To Use: And Whatever He Does He Should Do With All His Might.

Friendship Was Given By Nature To Be An Assistant To Virtue, Not A Companion In Vice.

There Were Poets Before Homer.

Hours And Days And Months And Years Go By; The Past Returns No More, And What Is To Be We Cannot Know; But Whatever The Time Gives Us In Which We Live, We Should Therefore Be Content.