Art is far feebler than necessity.

For children preserve the fame of a man after his death.

High fortune, this in man's eye is god and more than god is this.

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.

Wisdom comes alone through suffering.

It is best for the wise man not to seem wise.

For the impious act begets more after it, like to the parent stock.