No hero to me is the man who, by easy shedding of his blood, purchases fame: my hero is he who, without death, can win praise.
You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful.
Every bird that upwards swings Bears the Cross upon its wings.
There is nothing more contemptible than a bald man who pretends to have hair.
The virtuous man is never a novice in worldly things.
It is not he who forms idols in gold or marble that makes them gods, but he who kneels before them.