He who speaks ill of an absent friend, or fails to take his part if attacked by another, that man is a scoundrel.
If you cannot conduct yourself with propriety, give place to those who can.
When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of gold?
Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your fretted roofs.
He appears mad indeed but to a few, because the majority is infected with the same disease.
Misfortunes, untoward events, lay open, disclose the skill of a general, while success conceals his weakness, his weak points.