“Let your hook be always cast. In the pool where you least expect it, will be fis…” — Ovid

The good of other times let people state; I think it lucky I was born so late.

Alas! how difficult it is not to betray one's guilt by one's looks.

Every lover is a soldier.

No man can purchase his virtue too dear, for it is the only thing whose value must ever increase with the price it has cost us. Our integrity is never worth so much as when we have parted with our all to keep it.