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.

The gods visit the sins of the fathers upon the children.

Poverty possesses this disease; through want it teaches a man evil.

Doth some one say that there be gods above? There are not; no, there are not. Let no fool, Led by the old false fable, thus deceive you. Look at the facts themselves, yielding my words, No undue credence: for I say that kings kill, rob, break oaths, lay cities waste by fraud, And doing thus are happier than those, Who live calm pious lives day after day. All divinity is built-up from our good and evil luck.

Enjoy yourself, drink, call the life you live today your own; but only that, the rest belongs to chance.

Time will explain it all. He is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks.

The way of God is complex, he is hard for us to predict. He moves the pieces and they come somehow into a kind of order.