Most of those who make collections of verse or epigram are like men eating cherries or oysters: they choose out the best at first, and end by eating all.
Swallow a toad in the morning and you will encounter nothing more disgusting the rest of the day.
Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.
Man may aspire to virtue, but he cannot reasonably aspire to truth.
Man arrives as a novice at each age of his life.
There is a melancholy that stems from greatness.