Writing in the incurable itch that possesses many.
No other protection is wanting, provided you are under the guidance of prudence.
Wisdom triumphs over chance.
Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses.
The same dish cooked over and over again wears out the irksome life of the teacher.
It is sheer folly when all is gone to lose even one's passage money.