The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.

For afterwards a man finds pleasure in his pains, when he has suffered long and wandered long. So I will tell you what you ask and seek to know.

There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.

Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke and eloquence of eyes.

How vain, without the merit, is the name.

There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.

Immortals are never alien to one another.