Quarrels are the dowry which married folk bring one another.
It's useful that there should be Gods, so let's believe there are.
That, which has not its alternation of rest, will not last long.
I could not possibly count the gold-digging ruses of women, Not if I had ten mouths, not if I had ten tongues.
The mind grows sicker than the body in contemplation of it's suffering.
As long as you are lucky, you will have many friends; if cloudy times appear, you will be alone. -Donec eris felix, multos numerabis amicos; tempora si fuerint nubila, solus eris