Human prosperity never rests but always craves more, till blown up with pride it totters and falls. From the opulent mansions pointed at by all passers-by none warns it away, none cries, 'Let no more riches enter!'.

The adulterer dies. An old custom, justice.

But from the good health of the mind comes that which is dear to all and the object of prayer-happiness.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

On him who wields power gently, the god looks favorably from afar.

Every ruler is harsh whose laws is new.

It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath.