Ill-gotten wealth is never stable.
No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.
What can we take on trust in this uncertain life? Happiness, greatness, pride - nothing is secure, nothing keeps.
We pay a high price for intelligence. Wisdom hurts.
Forgive, son; men are men; they needs must err.
To have found you is a dear happiness; and to be Apollo's son is beyond all my hopes; but there is something I want to say to you alone. Come; this is a private matter between us two - anything you tell me shall be as secret as the grave.