When one with honeyed words but evil mind Persuades the mob, great woes befall the state.
Waste no tears over the griefs of yesterday.
Why do we make so much of knowledge, struggle so hard to get some little skill not worth the effort?
Ignorance of one's misfortunes is clear gain.
What good can come from meeting death with tears? If a man Is sorry for himself, he doubles death.
If we could be twice young and twice old we could correct all our mistakes.