You are judged of by what you possess.

Poetry is like painting: one piece takes your fancy if you stand close to it, another if you keep at some distance.

Abridge your hopes in proportion to the shortness of the span of human life; for while we converse, the hours, as if envious of our pleasure, fly away: enjoy, therefore, the present time, and trust not too much to what to-morrow may produce.

You are judged of by what you possess.

In labouring to be brief, I become obscure.

Let not a god interfere unless where a god's assistance is necessary. [Adopt extreme measures only in extreme cases.]

The cautious wolf fears the pit, the hawk regards with suspicion the snare laid for her, and the fish the hook in its concealment.