The giving of riches and honors to a wicked man is like giving strong wine to him that hath a fever.
For he who gives no fuel to fire puts it out, and likewise he who does not in the beginning nurse his wrath and does not puff himself up with anger takes precautions against it and destroys it.
There is no debt with so much prejudice put off as that of justice.
For the wise man, every day is a festival.
When the strong box contains no more both friends and flatterers shun the door.
An imbalance between rich and poor is the oldest and most fatal ailment of all republics.