Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.

If you are out of trouble, watch for danger. And when you live well, then consider the most your life, lest ruin take it unawares.

I cannot love a friend whose love is words.

When people fall in deep distress, their native sense departs.

Laziness is the mother of all evils.

Ill-gotten gains work evil.

It is not righteousness to outrage