Only a madman would give good for evil
There is no bitterness to be compared with that between two people who once loved.
The variety of all things forms a pleasure.
The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable, Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.
I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend's prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief
Toil, says the proverb, is the sire of fame.