The wisest men follow their own direction.

When a man's stomach is full it makes no difference whether he is rich or poor.

A rare spoil for a man Is the winning of a good wife; very Plentiful are the worthless women.

If some appalling disaster befalls, there's Always a way for the rich.

He is life's liberating force. He is release of limbs and communion through dance. He is laughter, and music in flutes. He is repose from all cares -- he is sleep! When his blood bursts from the grape and flows across tables laid in his honor to fuse with our blood, he gently, gradually, wraps us in shadows of ivy-cool sleep.

When the anger of the gods is incurred, wealth or power only bring more devastating punishment.

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