We get blows and return them.

Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your fretted roofs.

This was my prayer: an adequate portion of land with a garden and a spring of water and a small wood to complete the picture.

Make a good use of the present.

The trainer trains the docile horse to turn, with his sensitive neck, whichever way the rider indicates.

Clogged with yesterday's excess, the body drags the mind down with it.

Man learns more readily and remembers more willingly what excites his ridicule than what deserves esteem and respect.