Trifling trouble find utterance; deeply felt pangs are silent.

It is by the benefit of letters that absent friends are in a manner brought together.

However wretched a fellow-mortal may be, he is still a member of our common species.

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.

We often want one thing and pray for another, not telling the truth even to the gods.

To give and to lose is nothing; but to lose and to give still is the part of a great mind.

Many person might have achieved wisdom had they not supposed that they already possessed it.