The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar. It has obtained a worthy reward for its great toils; we may suppose that the bee itself would have desired such a death.

He who prefers to give Linus the half of what he wishes to borrow, rather than to lend him the whole, prefers to lose only the half.

What's a wretched man? A man whom no man pleases.

In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who can endure a writeched life

There is nothing more contemptible than a bald man who pretends to have hair.

To be able to enjoy one's past life is to live twice.

I do not hate the man, but his vices.