Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.
Oftener than not the old are uncontrollable; Their tempers make them difficult to deal with.
Some wisdom you must learn from one who's wise
Power gives no purchase to the hand, it will not hold, soon perishes, and greatness goes.
I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend's prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief
This is slavery, not to speak one's thought.