A decent boldness ever meets with friends.
A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.
Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.
Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.
For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.
Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.
How vain, without the merit, is the name.
Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.
In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!
It is not good to have a rule of many.
Light is the task where many share the toil.
Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend.
The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.
The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.
There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.
To have a great man for an intimate friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it; those who have, fear it.
True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.
Two urns on Jove’s high throne have ever stood, the source of evil one, and one of good; from thence the cup of mortal man he fills, blessings to these, to those distributes ills; to most he mingles both.
Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.
Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country’s cause.
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other’s good, and melt at other’s woe.