Light cares cry out; the great ones still are dumb.

We sought therefore to amend our will, and not to suffer it through despite to languish long time in error.

Familiarity reduces the greatness of things.

Not a soul takes thought how well he may live- only how long: yet a good life might be everybody's, a long one can be nobody's.

Virtue is that perfect good, which is the complement of a happy life; the only immortal thing that belongs to mortality.

Drunkenness is nothing but a self-induced state of insanity.

As was his language so was his life.