Retirement without literary amusements is death itself, and a living tomb.
There are a few men whom slavery holds fast, but there are many more who hold fast to slavery.
When modesty has once perished, it will never revive.
To lose a friend is the greatest of all evils, but endeavour rather to rejoice that you possessed him than to mourn his loss.
We pardon familiar vices.
Nothing will ever please me, no matter how excellent or beneficial, if I must retain the knowledge of it to myself. . . . . . No good thing is pleasant to possess, without friends to share it.