Virtue consists in fleeing vice.

Those who seek for much are left in want of much. Happy is he to whom God has given, with sparing hand, as much as is enough.

He who speaks ill of an absent friend, or fails to take his part if attacked by another, that man is a scoundrel.

While we're talking, time will have meanly run on... pick today's fruits, not relying on the future in the slightest.

It is the false shame of fools to try to conceal wounds that have not healed.

Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome.

Nature is harmony in discord.