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.
No man ever properly calculates from time to time what it is his duty to avoid.
An undertaking beset with danger.
As many men as there are existing, so many are their different pursuits.
Be not ashamed to have had wild days, but not to have sown your wild oats.
Be not caught by the cunning of those who appear in a disguise.
Be not for ever harassed by impotent desire.
Betray not a secret even though racked by wine or wrath.
Gold delights to walk through the very midst of the guard, and to break its way through hard rocks, more powerful in its blow than lightning.
Not treasured wealth, nor the consul’s lictor, can dispel the mind’s bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your fretted roofs.
Nothing is achieved without toil.
Nothing is so difficult but that man will accomplish it.
The fellow is either a madman or a poet.
The explanation avails nothing, which in leading us from one difficulty involves us in another.
Shun an inquisitive man, he is invariably a tell-tale.