What fervent love of herself would Virtue excite if she could be seen!
O wretched man, wretched not just because of what you are, but also because you do not know how wretched you are!
For he, indeed, who looks into the face of a friend beholds, as it were, a copy of himself.
More law, less justice.
We are not born for ourselves alone.
Wisdom often exists under a shabby coat.