By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends!
In Rome you long for the country. In the country you praise to the skies the distant town.
There is need of brevity, that the thought may run on.
All things considered, nothing is beautiful.
Man learns more readily and remembers more willingly what excites his ridicule than what deserves esteem and respect.
Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.