To waste one's breath; to pump into a sieve.
In grasping at uncertainties we lost that which is certain.
A good disposition I far prefer to gold; for gold is the gift of fortune; goodness of disposition is the gift of nature. I prefer much rather to be called good than fortunate.
We can more easily endure that which shames than that which vexes us.
I seek the utmost pleasure and the least pain.
Nothing but heaven itself is better than a friend who is really a friend.