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.

I sacrifice to no god save myself - And to my belly, greatest of deities.

Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. Tragedy isn't getting something or failure to get it; it's losing something you already have. Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

Whom the gods destroy, they first make mad.

A just cause needs no interpreting. It carries its own case. But the unjust argument since it is sick, needs clever medicine.

Fortune always will confer an aura of worth, unworthily; and in this world The lucky person passes for a genius.

An ally need not own the land he helps.