Some there are that torment themselves afresh with the memory of what is past; others, again, afflict themselves with the apprehension of evils to come; and very ridiculously both - for the one does not now concern us, and the other not yet ... One should count each day as a separate life.

For greed, all nature is too little.

A friend always loves, but he who loves is not always a friend.

A man who examines the saddle and bridle and not the animal itself when he is out to buy a horse is a fool; similarly, only an absolute fool values a man according to his clothes, or according to his position, which after all is only something we wear like clothing.

What others think of us would be of little moment did it not, when known, so deeply tinge what we think of ourselves.

The velocity with which time flies is infinite, as is most apparent to those who look back.

All cruelty springs from weakness.