Virtue is indeed its own reward.

He who desires is always poor.

Pride sullies the noblest character.

A severe war lurks under the show of peace. [Lat., Mars gravior sub pace latet.]

The afflictions to which we are accustomed, do not disturb us.

They are raised on high that they may be dashed to pieces with a greater fall. [Lat., Tolluntur in altum Ut lapsu gaviore ruant.]