There are some who praise a man free from disease; to me no man who is poor seems free from disease but to be constantly sick.

Surely, to think your own the only wisdom, and yours the only word, the only will, betrays a shallow spirit, an empty heart.

There is nothing more hateful than bad advice.

Whoever thinks his friend more important than his country, I rate him nowhere.

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.

A fearful man is always hearing things.

It is always fair sailing, when you escape evil.