Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm; great good fortune comes to failure in the end. All is change; all yields its place and goes; to persevere, trusting in what hopes he has, is courage in a man. The coward despairs.

No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.

All men know their children mean more than life.

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

The day is for honest men, the night for thieves.

The man who glories in his luck may be overthrown by destiny.

I sacrifice to no god save myself - And to my belly, greatest of deities.