If a man's fortune does not fit him, it is like the shoe in the story; if too large it trips him up, if too small it pinches him.
Force without judgement falls on its own weight.
The mob will now and then see things in a right light.
Fools through false shame, conceal their open wounds.
In the same [hospitable] manner that a Calabrian would press you to eat his pears.
That man lives happy and in command of himself, who from day to day can say I have lived. Whether clouds obscure, or the sun illumines the following day, that which is past is beyond recall.