He will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little.
A word once let out of the cage cannot be whistled back again.
The one who cannot restrain their anger will wish undone, what their temper and irritation prompted them to do.
Pale Death beats equally at the poor man’s gate and at the palaces of kings.
Fools through false shame, conceal their open wounds.
He has half the deed done who has made a beginning.
There is a fault common to all singers. When they’re among friends and are asked to sing they don’t want to, and when they’re not asked to sing they never stop.
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.