Sleep is a healing balm for every ill.
It is not white hair that engenders wisdom.
Everything is destroyed by its own particular vice: the destructive power resides within. Rust destroys iron, moths destroy clothes, the worm eats away the wood; but greatest of all evils is envy, impious habitant of corrupt souls, which ever was, is, and shall be a consuming disease.
Silence is often advantageous.
Chance is a kind of god, for it preserves many things which we do not observe.
Why should he who is scared be careful?