A rare spoil for a man Is the winning of a good wife; very Plentiful are the worthless women.

Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.

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

That glittering hope is immemorial and beckons many men to their undoing.

Those who are held Wise among men and who search the reasons of things, are those who bring the most sorrow on themselves.

I think it makes small difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All that is an empty glorification left for those who live.

Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm; great good fortune comes to failure in the end. All is change; all yields its place and goes; to persevere, trusting in what hopes he has, is courage in a man. The coward despairs.