Those who are held Wise among men and who search the reasons of things, are those who bring the most sorrow on themselves.
Surely again, to heal men's wounds by music's spell.
Money is the wise man's religion.
High honors are sweet To a man's heart, but ever They stand close to the brink of grief.
Authority is never without hate.
Fortune always will confer an aura of worth, unworthily; and in this world The lucky person passes for a genius.