That you may please others you must be forgetful of yourself.
Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?
A bitter drug oft brings relief.
It is expedient that there should be gods, and, since it is expedient, let us believe that gods exist.
Against the bold, daring is unsafe.
The more highminded a man is the more easily is his anger appeased.