In friendship we find nothing false or insincere; everything is straight forward, and springs from the heart.

Men, in whatever anxiety they may be, if they are men, sometimes indulge in relaxation.

What fervent love of herself would Virtue excite if she could be seen!

Aristoteles quidem ait: 'Omnes ingeniosos melancholicos esse.' Aristotle says that all men of genius are melancholy.

We rejoice in the joys of our friends as much as we do our own, and we are equally grieved at their sorrows. Wherefore the wise people will feel toward their friends as they do toward themselves, and whatever labor they would encounter with a view to their own pleasure, they will encounter also for the sake of their friends.

I remember the very thing that I do not wish to; I cannot forget the things I wish to forget.

Death approaches, which is always impending like the stone over Tantalus: then comes superstition with which he who is imbued can never have peace of mind.