And one who is just of his own free will shall not lack for happiness; and he will never come to utter ruin.
Alas for the affairs of men! When they are fortunate you might compare them to a shadow; and if they are unfortunate, a wet sponge with one dash wipes the picture away.
Fear hurries on my tongue through want of courage.
The field of doom bears death as its harvest.
By polluting clear water with slime you will never find good drinking water.
Time, waxing old, doth all things purify.