He who dies for virtue does not perish.
Riches, rightly used, breed delight.
This is the great fault of wine; it first trips up the feet: it is a cunning wrestler.
Laws are subordinate to custom.
To ask that which is unjust at the hands of the just, is an injustice in itself; to expect that which is just from the unjust, is simple folly.
I am undone! I have smashed the waggon. [I have ruined all.]