Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.

Against necessity, against its strength, no one can fight and win.

In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

The reward of pain is experience.

I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.

If you pour oil and vinegar into the same vessel, you would call them not friends but opponents.

But from the good health of the mind comes that which is dear to all and the object of prayer-happiness.