Books have their destinies.
It is the false shame of fools to try to conceal wounds that have not healed.
Nothing is swifter than rumor.
Be ever on your guard what you say of anybody and to whom.
Let me posses what I now have, or even less, so that I may enjoy my remaining days, if Heaven grant any to remain.
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.