Some men make a womanish complaint that it is a great misfortune to die before our time. I would ask what time? Is it that of Nature? But she, indeed, has lent us life, as we do a sum of money, only no certain day is fixed for payment. What reason then to complain if she demands it at pleasure, since it was on this condition that you received it.

There is no castle so strong that it cannot be overthrown by money.

The real friend is another self.

If the truth were self-evident, eloquence would be unnecessary.

Not to know what happened before you were born is to be a child forever. For what is the time of a man, except it be interwoven with that memory of ancient things of a superior age?

When they remain silent, they cry out.

Nothing is too absurd to be said by some of the philosophers.