The earth opens impartially her bosom to receive the beggar and the prince.

He who speaks ill of an absent friend, or fails to take his part if attacked by another, that man is a scoundrel.

He has carried every point, who has combined that which is useful with that which is agreeable.

Gold loves to make its way through guards, and breaks through barriers of stone more easily than the lightning's bolt.

It makes a great difference whether Davus or a hero speaks.

It is but a poor establishment where there are not many superfluous things which the owner knows not of, and which go to the thieves.

Nature is harmony in discord.