Do not try to find out - we're forbidden to know - what end the gods have in store for me, or for you.

They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy idleness possesses us: we seek a happy life, with ships and carriages: the object of our search is present with us.

The covetous are always in want.

A portion of mankind take pride in their vices and pursue their purpose; many more waver between doing what is right and complying with what is wrong.

Often you must turn your stylus to erase, if you hope to write anything worth a second reading.

Shun an inquisitive man, he is invariably a tell-tale.

What it is forbidden to be put right becomes lighter by acceptance.