Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.
When a good man is hurt, all who would be called good must suffer with him.
That glittering hope is immemorial and beckons many men to their undoing.
The lucky person passes for a genius.
The gods have sent medicines for the venom of serpents, but there is no medicine for a bad woman. She is more noxious than the viper, or than fire itself.
Account no man happy till he dies.