The lucky person passes for a genius
I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend's prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief
The bold are helpless without cleverness.
There is just one life for each of us our own.
In misfortune, which friend remains a friend
Better a serpent than a stepmother
Prosperity is full of friends.
Forgive, son men are men they needs must err.
No one who lives in error is free.
Events will take their course, it is no good of being angry at them he is happiest who wisely turns them to the best account.
When a man's stomach is full it makes no difference whether he is rich or poor.
Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.
There is the sky, which is all men's together.
Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes angry.
Impudence is the worst of all human diseases.
The best of seers is he who guesses well.
I would prefer as friend a good man ignorant than one more clever who is evil too.
Ten soldiers wisely led will beat a hundred without a head.
When a good man is hurt all who would be called good must suffer with him.
It is change all yields its place and goes.
This is slavery, not to speak one's thought.
Time will reveal everything to posterity it is a babbler and speaks even when no question is put
'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore.
Experience, travel - these are as education in themselves
Judge a tree from its fruit, not from its leaves