Whom does undeserved honour please, and undeserved blame alarm, but the base and the liar?
What does drunkenness accomplish? It discloses secrets, it ratifies hopes, and urges even the unarmed to battle.
The arrow will not always find the mark intended.
He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.
Happy and thrice happy are those who enjoy an uninterrupted union, and whose love, unbroken by any sour complaints, shall not dissolve until the last day of their existence.
Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.