Nothing But Heaven Itself Is Better Than

He Who Dies For Virtue Does Not Perish.

How Bitter It Is To Reap A Harvest Of Evil For Good That You Have Done! [lat., Ut Acerbum Est, Pro Benefactis Quom Mali Messem Metas!]

Whatever Disgrace We May Have Deserved, It Is Almost Always In Our Power To Re-establish Our Character.

The Greatest Talents Often Lie Buried Out Of Sight.

The Gods Confound The Man Who First Found Out How To Distinguish Hours! Confound Him, Too, Who In This Place Set Up A Sun-dial, To Cut And Hack My Days So Wretchedly Into Small Portions.