I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.
A short absence is the safest.
It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.
Jupiter has no leisure to attend to little things.
A man is sorry to be honest for nothing.
A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.