For the good, when praised, feel something of disgust, if to excess commended.

Happy is it to place a daughter; yet it pains a father's heart when he delivers to another's house a child, the object of his tender care.

In my opinion, the unjust man whose tongue is full of glozing rhetoric, merits the heaviest punishment; vaunting that he can with his tongue gloze over injustice, he dares to act wickedly, yet he is not over-wise.

Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm; great good fortune comes to failure in the end. All is change; all yields its place and goes; to persevere, trusting in what hopes he has, is courage in a man. The coward despairs.

We pay a high price for intelligence. Wisdom hurts.

A wise fellow who is also worthless always charms the rabble.

Dead men have no victory.