If we always helped one another, no one would need luck.
To the man who is afraid everything rustles.
Time is the only test of honest men, one day is space enough to know a rogue.
You clearly hate to yield, but you will regret it when your anger has passed. Such natures are justly the hardest for themselves to bear.
For the gods, though slow to see, see well, whenever a man casting aside worship turns folly.
It is a painful thing to look at your own trouble and know that you yourself and no one else has made it.