When love is in excess, it brings a man no honor, no worthiness.
What greater pain could mortals have than this: To see their children dead before their eyes?
The lucky person passes for a genius.
There is one thing alone that stands the brunt of life throughout its course; a quiet conscience.
Who knoweth if to die be but to live, and that called life by mortals be but death?
What can we take on trust in this uncertain life? Happiness, greatness, pride - nothing is secure, nothing keeps.