The kind of solace that arises from having company in misery is spiteful.

Nature does not turn out her work according to a single pattern; she prides herself upon her power of variation.

Fortune dreads the brave, and is only terrible to the coward.

When an author is too meticulous about his style, you may presume that his mind is frivolous and his content flimsy.

Those who boast of their descent, brag on what they owe to others.

There is nothing in the world so much admired as a man who knows how to bear unhappiness with courage.

Epicurus says that you should rather have regard to the company with whom you eat and drink, than to what you eat and drink.