A sweet thing, for whatever time, to revisit in dreams the dear dad we have lost.

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

Life has no blessing like a prudent friend.

I care for riches, to make gifts To friends, or lead a sick man back to health With ease and plenty. Else small aid is wealth For daily gladness; once a man be done With hunger, rich and poor are all as one.

Old men's prayers for death are lying prayers, in which they abuse old age and long extent of life. But when death draws near, not one is willing to die, and age no longer is a burden to them.

Let my heart be wise. It is the gods' best gift.

I know indeed what evil I intend to do, but stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury, fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils.