I teach that all men are mad.
By the favour of the heavens
Blind self-love, vanity, lifting aloft her empty head, and indiscretion, prodigal of secrets more transparent than glass, follow close behind.
Those that are little, little things suit.
You traverse the world in search of happiness which is within the reach of every man. A contented mind confers it on all.
Misfortunes, untoward events, lay open, disclose the skill of a general, while success conceals his weakness, his weak points.