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.

What anger worse or slower to abate then lovers love when it turns to hate.

A wise fellow who is also worthless always charms the rabble.

What greater grief than the loss of one's native land.

Why do we make so much of knowledge, struggle so hard to get some little skill not worth the effort?

If some appalling disaster befalls, there's Always a way for the rich.

Ignorance of one's misfortunes is clear gain.