It is folly to waste labour about trifles.
The flaw which is hidden is deemed greater than it is.
There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.
Genuine is the sorrow endured without anyone else knowing about it.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
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.