One does nothing who tries to console a despondent person with word. A friend is one who aids with deeds at a critical time when deeds are called for.

To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.

There is desire in those who love to hear about their loved ones' pains.

The ways of the gods are long, but in the end they are not without strength.

Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm.

It is better that we live ever so Miserably than die in glory.

A man's most valuable trait is a judicious sense of what not to believe.