When I think over what I have said, I envy dumb people.
He may as well not thank at all, who thanks when none are by.
A young man respects and looks up to his teachers.
While the fates permit, live happily; life speeds on with hurried step, and with winged days the wheel of the headlong year is turned.
Life without literary studies is death.
Bear in mind that you commit a crime by injuring even a wicked brother.