Knowledge is not wisdom: cleverness is not, not without awareness of our death, not without recalling just how brief our flare is. He who overreaches will, in his overreaching, lose what he possesses, betray what he has now. That which is beyond us, which is greater than the human, the unattainably great, is for the mad, or for those who listen to the mad, and then believe them.

My hands are clean, but my heart has somewhat of impurity.

Where there are two, one cannot be wretched, and one not.

Silence is true wisdom's best reply.

There is safety in numbers.

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.

O virtue, I have followed you through life, and find you at last but a shade.