That mortal is a fool who, prospering, thinks his life has any strong foundation; since our fortune's course of action is the reeling way a madman takes, and no one person is ever happy all the time.
Judge a tree from its fruit, not from its leaves.
Alas!-but why Alas? It is the lot of mortality we experience.
Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.
The language of truth is simple.
Oh, what a vileness human beauty is; corroding, corrupting everything it touches.