If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.

I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.

A wise God shrouds the future in obscure darkness.

He paints a dolphin in the woods, a boar in the waves.

It is difficult to speak of what is common in a way of your own.

We hate merit while it is with us; when taken away from our gaze, we long for it jealously.

Govern your temper, which will rule you unless kept in subjection.