Can you restrain your laughter, my friends?

Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them; as they go, they take many away.)

Gold delights to walk through the very midst of the guard, and to break its way through hard rocks, more powerful in its blow than lightning.

He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same mistake.

There is no such thing as perfect happiness.

Victory is by nature superb and insulting.

Why do you hasten to remove anything which hurts your eye, while if something affects your soul you postpone the cure until next year?