What madness it is for a man to starve himself to enrich his heir, and so turn a friend into an enemy! For his joy at your death will be proportioned to what you leave him.
One who's our friend is fond of us; one who's fond of us isn't necessarily our friend.
Vice is contagious, and there is no trusting the sound and the sick together.
Accustom yourself to that which you bear ill, and you will bear it well.
Shame may restrain what law does not prohibit.
Haste trips up its own heels, fetters and stops itself.