One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.
Slight not what's near through aiming at what's far.
The unrighteous are never really fortunate.
Delusive hope still points to distant good.
I think it makes small difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All that is an empty glorification left for those who live.
This is true liberty, when free-born men, having to advise the public, may speak free.