That mortal is a fool who, prospering, thinks his life has any strong foundation; since our fortune's course of action is the reeling way a madman takes, and no one person is ever happy all the time.
Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.
Account no man happy till he dies.
Man's best possession is a sympathetic wife.
Virtue proceeds through effort.
The same man cannot well be skilled in everything; each has his special excellence.