We pay a high price for intelligence. Wisdom hurts.
Character is "a stamp of good repute on a person."
Oh, what a vileness human beauty is; corroding, corrupting everything it touches.
High honors are sweet To a man's heart, but ever They stand close to the brink of grief.
There is as much confusion in the world of the gods as in ours.
Chance fights ever on the side of the prudent.