As geographers, Sosius, crowd into the edges of their maps parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes in the margin to the effect that beyond this lies nothing but sandy deserts full of wild beasts, and unapproachable bogs.

The richest soil, if uncultivated, produces the rankest weeds.

There are two sentences inscribed upon the Ancient oracle... "Know thyself" and "Nothing too much"; and upon these all other precepts depend.

The measure of a man is the way he bears up under misfortune.

Rest is the sweet sauce of labor.

Nothing is cheap which is superfluous, for what one does not need, is dear at a penny.

It is indeed a desirable thing to be well-descended, but the glory belongs to our ancestors.