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.
No one knows what he can do till he tries.
Speech is a mirror of the soul: as a man speaks, so is he.
As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.
Alienum aes homini ingenuo acerba est servitus.
Familiarity breeds contempt.
Prosperity makes friends, adversity tries them.
Necessity knows no law except to conquer.
Stultum facit fortuna, quem vult perdere.
It is a consolation to the wretched to have companions in misery.
God looks at the clean hands, not the full ones.
Formonsa facies muta commendatio est.
Every day should be passed as if it were to be our last.
Money alone sets all the world in motion.
It is a very hard undertaking to seek to please everybody.
Amid a multitude of projects, no plan is devised.
Proximum ab innocentia tenet locum verecunda peccati confessio.
Necessitas dat legem non ipsa accipit.
Avarice is as destitute of what it has, as what it has not.
No man is happy who does not think himself so.
A noble spirit finds a cure for injustice in forgetting it.