Dissembling profiteth nothing; a feigned countenance, and slightly forged externally, deceiveth but very few.

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

Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all. It sets the slave at liberty, carries the banished man home, and places all mortals on the same level, insomuch that life itself were a punishment without it.

Philosophy's power to blunt all the blows of circumstance is beyond belief.

The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.

Let the man, who would be grateful, think of repaying a kindness, even while receiving it.

Many shed tears merely for show, and have dry eyes when no one's around to observe them.