Alas, how right the ancient saying is: We, who are old, are nothing else but noise And shape. Like mimicries of dreams we go, And have no wits, although we think us wise.

Some wisdom you must learn from one who's wise

Money is the wise man's religion.

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.

Too much zeal offends where indirection works.

In adverse hours the friendship of the good shines most; each prosperous day commands its friends.

There is desire in those who love to hear about their loved ones' pains.