Ridicule more often settles things more thoroughly and better than acrimony.
There is a measure in everything. There are fixed limits beyond which and short of which right cannot find a resting place.
Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.
Those who cross the sea, change sky, but not soul.
Words challenge eternity.
You will not rightly call him a happy man who possesses much; he more rightly earns the name of happy who is skilled in wisely using the gifts of the gods, and in suffering hard poverty, and who fears disgrace as worse than death.