For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.
It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.
The future you shall know when it has come; before then, forget it.
High fortune, this in man's eye is god and more than god is this.
For sufferers it is sweet to know before-hand clearly the pain that still remains for them.
They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn