To marvel at nothing is just about the one and only thing, Numicius, that can make a man happy and keep him that way.

He will be loved when dead, who was envied when he was living.

For a man learns more quickly and remembers more easily that which he laughs at, than that which he approves and reveres.

We are all gathered to the same fold.

Once sent out, a word takes wings beyond recall.

Thus one thing requires assistance from another, and joins in friendly help.

While I am sane I shall compare nothing to the joy of a friend.