Everyone, to those weaker than themselves, is kind.

Human prosperity never rests but always craves more, till blown up with pride it totters and falls. From the opulent mansions pointed at by all passers-by none warns it away, none cries, 'Let no more riches enter!'.

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

Know not to revere human things too much.

The evils of mortals are manifold; nowhere is trouble of the same wing seen.

The adulterer dies. An old custom, justice.

What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?