The pleasure that is granted to me from a sense of duty ceases to be a pleasure at all.
A thousand ills require a thousand cures.
Even the gods are moved by the voice of entreaty.
If he should love deny him what he loves!
Against the bold, daring is unsafe.
The penalty may be removed, the crime is eternal.
Most safely shall you tread the middle path.
He who says o’er much I love not is in love.
Tis not always in a physician’s power to cure the sick; at times the disease is stronger than trained art.
Gain, acquired by many agents, soon accumulates.
Who would have known of Hector, if Troy had been happy? The road to valor is built by adversity.
The prayers of cowards fortune spurns.
Let what is irksome become habitual, no more will it trouble you.
An anthill increases by accumulation. Medicine is consumed by distribution. That which is feared lessens by association. This is the thing to understand.
Art lies by its own artifice.
The vulgar crowd values friends according to their usefulness.
To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.
It is the poor man who’ll ever count his flock.
He whom all hate all wish to see destroyed.
Often they benefit who suffer wrong.