To A Father Growing Old

That Mortal Is A Fool Who, Prospering, Thinks His Life Has Any Strong Foundation; Since Our Fortune's Course Of Action Is The Reeling Way A Madman Takes, And No One Person Is Ever Happy All The Time.

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm.

Do Not Consider Painful What Is Good For You.

In Every Work A Reward Added Makes The Pleasure Twice As Great.

To Every Man, Even Though He Be A Slave, The Light Of Heaven Is Sweet.