I hate it in friends when they come too late to help.
Chance fights ever on the side of the prudent.
The unrighteous are never really fortunate.
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.
Do not mistake for wisdom that opinion which may rise from a sick mind.
The fountains of sacred rivers flow upwards (i.e., everything is turned topsy turvy).