He who weighs his burdens, can bear them.

The face that cannot smile is never fair.

All your female friends are either old or ugly; nay, more ugly than old women usually are. These you lead about in your train, and drag with you to feasts, porticos and theaters. Thus, Fabulla, you seem handsome, thus you seem young.

Hidden evils are most dreaded.

A novice always behaves with propriety.

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.

Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.