Small sorrows speak great ones are silent.

Fate leads the willing, and drags along the reluctant.

Lightning will wreck its displeasures not only upon pillars, trees, and sheep, but upon altars and temples, and let the sacrilegious go free.

Let us cherish and love old age; for it is full of pleasure, if you know how to use it. The best morsel is reserved for last.

He will live ill who does not know how to die well.

No tree becomes rooted and sturdy unless many a wind assails it. For by its very tossing it tightens its grip and plants its roots more securely; the fragile trees are those that have grown in a sunny valley.

An unpopular rule is never long maintained.