For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.

It is always in season for old men to learn.

If you are not envied, you are not enviable.

The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger.

Bronze is the mirror of form, wine of the heart.

In war the first casualty is the truth.

It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.