Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.
To open his lips is crime in a plain citizen.
How can life be worth living, if devoid Of the calm trust reposed by friend in friend? What sweeter joy than in the kindred soul, Whose converse differs not from self-communion?
The victor is not victorious if the vanquished does not consider himself so
The Roman state stands by ancient customs, and its manhood.
One man restored our fortunes by delay. [By skilfully avoiding an engagement, Fabius exhausted the resources of the enemy.]