I know how men in exile feed on dreams.
They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn
To be free from evil thoughts is God's best gift.
There is a limit to the best of health, disease is always a near neighbor.
What exists outside is a man's concern; let no woman give advice; and do no mischief within doors.
Self-will in the man who does not reckon wisely is by itself the weakest of all things.