Everyone asks if a man is rich, no one if he is good.
Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.
The power that keeps cities of men together Is noble preservation of law.
Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish.
The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable, Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.
For the good, when praised, feel something of disgust, if to excess commended.