The hour of happiness will be the more welcome, the less it was expected.
What exile from his country is able to escape from himself?
He has hay upon his horn. [He is a mischievous person.]
Let your mind, happily contented with the present, care not what the morrow will bring with it.
He who speaks ill of an absent friend, or fails to take his part if attacked by another, that man is a scoundrel.
I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.