It is not permitted that we should know everything.

Not even for an hour can you bear to be alone, nor can you advantageously apply your leisure time, but you endeavor, a fugitive and wanderer, to escape from yourself, now vainly seeking to banish remorse by wine, and now by sleep; but the gloomy companion presses on you, and pursues you as you fly.

No one is born without vices, and he is the best man who is encumbered with the least.

There is a middle ground in things.

That corner of the world smiles for me more than anywhere else.

All else-valor, a good name, glory, everything in heaven and earth-is secondary to the charm of riches.

It was intended to be a vase, it has turned out a pot.