Time will unveil all things to posterity.

Who knoweth if to die be but to live, and that called life by mortals be but death?

One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.

Power gives no purchase to the hand, it will not hold, soon perishes, and greatness goes.

Knowledge is not wisdom: cleverness is not, not without awareness of our death, not without recalling just how brief our flare is. He who overreaches will, in his overreaching, lose what he possesses, betray what he has now. That which is beyond us, which is greater than the human, the unattainably great, is for the mad, or for those who listen to the mad, and then believe them.

Time will cure you, but now is your grief still young.

Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.