The bee and the serpent often sip from the selfsame flower.

The pilot who is always dreading a rock or a tempest must not complain if he remain a poor fisherman. We must at times trust, something to fortune, for fortune has often some share in what happens.

If the internal griefs of every man could be read, written on his forehead, how many who now excite envy would appear to be the objects of pity?

An old warrior is never in haste to strike the blow.

High birth is an accident, not a virtue.

The aged oak upon the steep stands more firm and secure if assailed by angry winds; for if the winter bares its head, the more strongly it strikes its roots into the ground, acquiring strength as it loses beauty.

It is by no means a fact that death is the worst of all evils; when it comes it is an alleviation to mortals who are worn out with sufferings.