Nowadays nothing but money counts: a fortune brings honors, friendships; the poor man everywhere lies low.Ovid
Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour!Ovid
The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.Ovid