The brash unbridled tongue, the lawless folly of fools, will end in pain. But the life of wise content is blest with quietness, escapes the storm and keeps its house secure.

Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm.

Let a man accept his destiny, No pity and no tears.

When two souls compose a single song, The muse fans Livid wrath before long.

What can we take on trust in this uncertain life? Happiness, greatness, pride - nothing is secure, nothing keeps.

If the gods do evil then they are not gods.

Men honor property above all else; it has the greatest power in human life.