When we sleep the soul is lit up... by many eyes, and with them, we can see everything that we cannot see in the daytime.

Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.

The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger.

He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.

Justice, voiceless, unseen, seeth thee when thou sleepest and when thou goest forth and when thou liest down. Continually doth she attend thee, now aslant thy course, now at a later time. These lines are from a section of doubtful or spurious fragments.

There is no disgrace in an enemy suffering ill at an enemy's hand, when you hate mutually.

Success is man's god.