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.

I hate it in friends when they come too late to help.

Disaster appears, to crush one man now, but afterward another.

The best prophet is common sense, our native wit.

A sweet thing, for whatever time, to revisit in dreams the dear dad we have lost.

It is a strange form of anger, difficult to cure, when two friends turn upon each other in hatred.

If there are none [gods], All our toil is without meaning.