Luxury destroys more efficiently than war.
Lost money is bewailed with deeper sighs Than friends, or kindred, and with louder cries.
For the gods, instead of what is most pleasing, will give what is most proper. Man is dearer to them than he is to himself.
It is a wretched thing to rest upon the fame of others, lest, the supporting pillar being removed, the superstructure should collapse in ruin.
He will be the last to discover the disgrace of his house.
Let him love none and be by none beloved!