The time will come when you will hate the sight of a mirror.
My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to approach the place of danger.
Rest strengthens the body, the mind too is thus supported; but unremitting toil destroys both.
Fair peace is becoming to men; fierce anger belongs to beasts.
Nowadays nothing but money counts: a fortune brings honors, friendships, the poor man everywhere lies low.
The love of country is more powerful than reason itself.