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

Joys do not fall to the rich alone; nor has he lived ill of whose birth and death no one took note.

In Rome you long for the country. In the country you praise to the skies the distant town.

Wise were the kings who never chose a friend till with full cups they had unmasked his soul, and seen the bottom of his deepest thoughts.

Anger is a momentary madness.

Shun to seek what is hid in the womb of the morrow, and set down as gain in life's ledger whatever time fate shall have granted thee.

It is sweet and honorable to die for your country.