All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.
A small rock holds back a great wave.
Immortals are never alien to one another.
We cannot all hope to combine the pleasing qualities of good looks, brains, and eloquence.
Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep...in a giant blender.
She spoke and loosened from her bosom the embroidered girdle of many colors into which all her allurements were fashioned. In it was love and int desire which steals the mind even of the wise.