Let Flattery, The Handmaid Of The Vices,

As I Give Thought To The Matter, I Find Four Causes For The Apparent Misery Of Old Age; First, It Withdraws Us From Active Accomplishments; Second, It Renders The Body Less Powerful; Third, It Deprives Us Of Almost All Forms Of Enjoyment; Fourth, It Stands Not Far From Death.

You Might As Well Take The Sun Out Of The Sky As Friendship From Life: For The Immortal Gods Have Given Us Nothing Better Or More Delightful.

Men Resemble The Gods In Nothing So Much As In Doing Good To Their Fellow Creatures.

We Can More Easily Avenge An Injury Than Requite A Kindness; On This Account, Because There Is Less Difficulty In Getting The Better Of The Wicked Than In Making One's Self Equal With The Good.

Gratitude Is Not Only The Greatest Of Virtues, But The Parent Of All The Others.