A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.

There is a fault common to all singers. When they're among friends and are asked to sing they don't want to, and when they're not asked to sing they never stop.

I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.

That destructive siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.

We are all gathered to the same fold.

The work you are treating is one full of dangerous hazard, and you are treading over fires lurking beneath treacherous ashes.

What does drunkenness not accomplish? It unlocks secrets, confirms our hopes, urges the indolent into battle, lifts the burden from anxious minds, teaches new arts.