We forget our pleasures, we remember our sufferings.

In this statement, my Scipio, I build on your own admirable definition, that there can be no community, properly so called, unless it be regulated by a combination of rights. And by this definition it appears that a multitude of men may be just as tyrannical as a single despot and indeed this is the most odious of all tyrannies, since no monster can be more barbarous than the mob, which assumes the name and mask of the people.

No one sees what is before his feet: they scan the tracks of heaven.

He who suffers, remembers.

Friendship makes prosperity more brilliant, and lightens adversity by dividing and sharing it.

If you wish to persuade me, you must think my thoughts, feel my feelings, and speak my words.

What we call pleasure, and rightly so is the absence of all pain.