Ill-gotten wealth is never stable.
Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm; great good fortune comes to failure in the end. All is change; all yields its place and goes; to persevere, trusting in what hopes he has, is courage in a man. The coward despairs.
We pay a high price for intelligence. Wisdom hurts.
Men hate the haughty of heart who will not be the friend of every man.
Forgive, son; men are men; they needs must err.
The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable, Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.