My hopes are not always realized, but I always hope.
[Lat., Et res non semper, spes mihi semper adest.]
The most wretched fortune is safe; for there is no fear of anything worse.
[Lat., Fortuna miserrima tuta est:
Nam timor eventus deterioris abest.]
Something greater than the Iliad now springs to birth -Nescio quid maius nascitur Iliade
An honest man is always a child.
[Lat., Semper bonus homo tiro est.]
Rulers always hate and suspect the next in succession.
[Lat., Suspectum semper invisumque dominantibus qui proximus destinaretur.]
We should try to succeed by merit, not by favor. He who does well will always have patrons enough.
[Lat., Virtute ambire oportet, non favitoribus.
Sat habet favitorum semper, qui recte facit.]
Quid est ergo tempus? Si nemo ex me quaerat, scio; si quaerenti explicare velim, nescio. What, then, is time? I know well enough what it is, provided that nobodyasksme; but if Iamasked what it is and try to explain, I am baffled.
I am of the opinion which you have always held, that "viva voce" voting at elections is the best method.
[Lat., Nam ego in ista sum sententia, qua te fuisse semper scio, nihil ut feurit in suffragiis voce melius.]
However rich or elevated, a name less something is always wanting to our imperfect fortune.
I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not, but I feel that I do and I am tortured.
[Lat., Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.]
Those gifts are ever the most acceptable which the giver makes precious.
[Lat., Acceptissima semper munera sunt auctor quae pretiosa facit.]
Nor does Apollo keep his bow continually drawn.
[Lat., Neque semper arcum
Tendit Apollo.]
Much thought has at its root a dissatisfaction with what is. Wanting is the urge for the next moment to contain what this moment does not. When there is wanting in the mind, that moment feels incomplete. Wanting is seeing elsewhere. Completeness is being right here.
Of what use are laws, inoperative through public immortality?
[Lat., Quid leges sine moribus
Vanae proficiunt?]
Who gives to friends so much from Fate secures,
That is the only wealth for ever yours.
[Lat., Extra fortunam est, quidquid donatur amicis;
Quas dederis, selas semper habebis opes.]
Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never never allows us to forget that we belong to it.
[Lat., Nescio qua natale solum dulcedine captos
Ducit, et immemores non sinit esse sui.]