Maxioms by Syrus (publilius Syrus)
A guilty conscience never feels secure.
A guilty conscience never feels secure.
It is a consolation to the wretched to have companions in misery.
It is a consolation to the wretched to have companions in misery.
He who flees from trial confesses his guilt.
[Lat., Fatetur facinus is qui judicum fugit.]
He who flees from trial confesses his guilt.
[Lat., Fatetur facinus is qui judicum fugit.]
One ungrateful man does an injury to all who are suffering.
[Lat., Ingratus unus miseris omnibus nocet.]
One ungrateful man does an injury to all who are suffering.
[Lat., Ingratus unus miseris omnibus nocet.]
It is not becoming to grieve immoderately for the dead.
It is not becoming to grieve immoderately for the dead.
