No man ever wetted clay and then left it, as if there would be bricks by chance and fortune.
The measure of a man is the way he bears up under misfortune.
Nor let us part with justice, like a cheap and common thing, for a small and trifling price.
A healer of others, himself diseased.
Friendship is the most pleasant of all things, and nothing more glads the heart of man.
Where two discourse, if the anger of one rises, he is the wise man who lets the contest fall.