The way of God is complex, he is hard for us to predict. He moves the pieces and they come somehow into a kind of order.
Worse than a true evil is it to bear the burden of faults that are not truly yours.
Impudence is the worst of all human diseases.
Pay special attention to their agony so I might take some pleasure.
An ally need not own the land he helps.
What can we take on trust in this uncertain life? Happiness, greatness, pride - nothing is secure, nothing keeps.