On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.
Wrong must not win by technicalities.
From him [Death] alone of all the powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
Unions in wedlock are perverted by the victory of shameless passion that masters the female among men and beasts.
God loves to help him who strives to help himself.
We spoil ourselves with scruples long as things go well.