A merely fallen enemy may rise again, but the reconciled one is truly vanquished.
Without a home must the soldier go, a changeful wanderer, and can warm himself at no home-lit hearth.
Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?
The dream is short, repentance long.
Friends show me what I can do, foes teach me what I should do.
If yon wish to be like the gods on earth, to be free in the realms of the dead, pluck not the fruit from the garden! In appearance it may glisten to the eye; but the perishable pleasure of possession quickly avenges the curse of curiosity.