Solitude, the sly enemy that doth separate a man from well-doing.

Valor is abased by too much loftiness.

A churlish courtesy rarely comes but either for gain or falsehood.

As the love of the heavens makes us heavenly, the love of virtue virtuous, so doth the love of the world make one become worldly.

Sweet speaking oft a currish heart reclaims.

Whatever comes out of despair cannot bear the title of valor, which should be lifted up to such a height that holding all things under itself, it should be able to maintain its greatness, even in the midst of miseries.

Anger, the Stoics said, was a short madness.