In the lack of judgment great harm arises, but one vote cast can set right a house.
Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise. From him alone of all The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.
There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.
It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.
This is a sickness rooted and inherent in the nature of a tyranny: that he that holds it does not trust his friends.