While your client is watching for you at the front door, slip out at the back.
A good resolve will make any port.
Better one thorn pluck’d out than all remain.
At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
Our parents, worse than our grandparents, gave birth to us who are worse than they, and we shall in our turn bear offspring still more evil.
Thus one thing requires assistance from another, and joins in friendly help.
The whole race of scribblers flies from the town and yearns for country life.
There is a medium in all things. There are certain limits beyond, or within which, that which is right cannot exist.
Those who say nothing about their poverty will obtain more than those who turn beggars.
There is nothing hard inside the olive; nothing hard outside the nut.
There is no such thing as perfect happiness.
The tendency of humanity is towards the forbidden.
There is no retracing our steps.
Wealth increaseth, but a nameless something is ever wanting to our insufficient fortune.
There are faults we would fain pardon.
The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves.
Not to create confusion in what is clear, but to throw light on what is obscure.
Nor has he lived in vain, who from his cradle to his grave has passed his life in seclusion.
No man is born without faults.
An undertaking beset with danger.