He writes nothing whose writings are not read.

I have not hated the man, but his faults.

I believe that man to be wretched whom none can please.

Work divided is in that manner shortened.

Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.

He who thinks that the lives of Priam and of Nestor were long is much deceived and mistaken. Life consists not in living, but in enjoying health.

Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.