We get blows and return them.
I teach that all men are mad.
As shines the moon amid the lesser fires.
He who is always in a hurry to be wealthy and immersed in the study of augmenting his fortune has lost the arms of reason and deserted the post of virtue.
The same (hated) man will be loved after he's dead. How quickly we forget.
With you I should love to live, with you be ready to die.