Whenever anything changes and quits its proper limits, this change is at once the death of that which was before.

Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.

Violence and wrong enclose all who commit them in their meshes and do mostly recoil on him from whom they begin.

Assuredly whatsoever things are fabled to exist in deep Acheron, these all exist in this life. There is no wretched Tantalus, fearing the great rock that hangs over him in the air and frozen with vain terror. Rather, it is in this life that fear of the gods oppresses mortals without cause, and the rock they fear is any that chance may bring.

In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.

It is great wealth to a soul to live frugally with a contented mind.

There is so much wrong with the world. (tanta stat praedita culpa)