It is a consolation to the wretched to have companions in misery.
There is no gain so certain as that which arises from sparing what you have.
To lose a friend is the greatest of all losses.
What greater evil could you wish a miser, than long life?
Other people's things are more pleasing to us, and ours to other people. -Aliena nobis, nostra plus aliis placent
That is a most wretched fortune which is without an enemy.