Disaster appears, to crush one man now, but afterward another.
Terrible is the force of the waves of sea, terrible is the rush of the river and the blasts of hot fire, and terrible are a thousand other things; but none is such a terrible evil as woman.
Prepare yourselves for the roaring voice of the God of Joy!
No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.
Again, a smooth answer, signifying nothing.
Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.