Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts.

I warn the marauder dragging plunder, chaotic, rich beyond all rights: he'll strike his sails, harried at long last, stunned when the squalls of torment break his spars to bits.

Know yourself and fit yourself to new fashions. For there is a new ruler among the gods.

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.

It is an easy thing for one whose foot is on the outside of calamity to give advice and to rebuke the sufferer.

It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.

Unions in wedlock are perverted by the victory of shameless passion that masters the female among men and beasts.