Envy, like flames, soars upwards.
...war is just to those for whom it is necessary, and arms are clear of impiety for those who have no hope left but in arms.
Envy is blind, and she has no other quality than that of detracting from virtue
It is when fortune is the most propitious that she is least to be trusted.
It is easier to criticize than to correct our past errors.
A certain peace is better and safer than a victory in prospect; the former is at your own disposal, the latter depends upon the gods.