Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.
It's the wise man who stays home when he's drunk.
Do not mistake for wisdom that opinion which may rise from a sick mind.
Happy the man whose lot it is to know The secrets of the earth. He hastens not To work his fellows hurt by unjust deeds, But with rapt admiration contemplates Immortal Nature's ageless harmony, And how and when the order came to be.
Worse than a true evil is it to bear the burden of faults that are not truly yours.
Better a serpent than a stepmother!