However rich or elevated, a name less something is always wanting to our imperfect fortune.
How great, my friends, is the virtue of living upon a little!
Dare to begin! He who postpones living rightly is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses.
Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your fretted roofs.
In labouring to be brief, I become obscure.
Fierce eagles breed not the tender dove.