Before the gates of excellence the high gods have placed sweat; long is the road thereto and rough and steep at first; but when the heights are reached, then there is ease, though grievously hard in the winning.
Long exercise, my friend, inures the mind; And what we once disliked we pleasing find.
Mortals grow swiftly in misfortune.
Peace is a nursing mother to the land.
A bad neighbor is a misfortune, as much as a good one is a great blessing.
He's only harming himself who's bent upon harming another