The prosperous man does not know whether he is loved.
...Men fear what they themselves have imagined.
The abode of God, too, is wherever is earth and sea and air, and sky and virtue. Why further do we seek the Gods of heaven? Whatever thou dost behold and whatever thou dost touch, that is Jupiter.
Poverty, the mother of manhood. Also, the mother of prostitution.
Learn on how little man may live, and how small a portion nature requires.
Every great man inevitable resents a partner in greatness.