Misfortunes, untoward events, lay open, disclose the skill of a general, while success conceals his weakness, his weak points.
Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew.
Those who cross the sea, change sky, but not soul.
My age, my inclinations, are no longer what they were.
Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome.
Mix a little foolishness with your serious plans. It is lovely to be silly at the right moment.