The wavering mind is but a base possession.

Wealth stays with us a little moment if at all: only our characters are steadfast, not our gold.

He who believes needs no explanation.

For no mortal ever attains to blessedness. One may be luckier than another when wealth flows his way, but blessed never.

There is no worse evil than a bad woman; and nothing has ever been produced better than a good one.

Surely again, to heal men's wounds by music's spell.

Disaster appears, to crush one man now, but afterward another.