Publilius Syrus
Publilius Syrus, a Latin writer of mimes, flourished in the 1st century BC He was a native of Assyria and Assyrian by race, he was brought as a slave to Italy, but by his wit and talent he won the favour of his master, who freed and educated him.
Every day should be passed as if it were to be our last.
Formonsa facies muta commendatio est.
God looks at the clean hands, not the full ones.
It is a consolation to the wretched to have companions in misery.
Stultum facit fortuna, quem vult perdere.
Necessity knows no law except to conquer.
Prosperity makes friends, adversity tries them.
Familiarity breeds contempt.
Quod vult habet, qui cupere quod sat est potest.
As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.
Speech is a mirror of the soul: as a man speaks, so is he.
No one knows what he can do till he tries.
Let your life be pleasing to the multitude, and it can not be so to yourself.
Iudex damnatur ubi nocens absolvitur.
The anger of lovers renews the strength of love.
While we stop to think, we often miss our opportunity.
Everything is worth what its purchaser will pay for it.
Alienum aes homini ingenuo acerba est servitus.
Money alone sets all the world in motion.
It is a very hard undertaking to seek to please everybody.