On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.

Wisdom cometh by suffering.

Only one accomplishment is beyond both the power and the mercy of the Gods. They cannot make the past as though it had never been.

Justice inclines her scales so that wisdom comes at the price of suffering.

And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.

It is a light thing for whoever keeps his foot outside trouble to advise and counsel him that suffers.

For there is no defense for a man who, in the excess of his wealth, has kicked the great altar of Justice out of sight.