Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.
Authority is never without hate.
O virtue, I have followed you through life, and find you at last but a shade.
Old men's prayers for death are lying prayers, in which they abuse old age and long extent of life. But when death draws near, not one is willing to die, and age no longer is a burden to them.
Who cannot open an honest mind No friend will he be of mine.
A slave is he who cannot speak his thoughts.