I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend's prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief
Fate finds for every man; his share of misery.
When one with honeyed words but evil mind Persuades the mob, great woes befall the state.
He who believes needs no explanation.
If there are none [gods], All our toil is without meaning.
When a wise man chooses a sane basis for his arguments, it is no great task to speak well.