Even virtue followed beyond reason's rule May stamp the just man knave, the sage a fool.
An envious man grows lean at another's fatness.
In my integrity I'll wrap me up.
Seest thou how pale the sated guest rises from supper, where the appetite is puzzled with varieties? The body, too, burdened with I yesterday's excess, weighs down the soul, and fixes to the earth this particle of the divine essence.
Be ever on your guard what you say of anybody and to whom.
He who speaks ill of an absent friend, or fails to take his part if attacked by another, that man is a scoundrel.