Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again, the budding wood grows more. And so with men: one generation grows, another dies away.
Each man delights in the work that suits him best.
You ought not to practice childish ways, since you are no longer that age.
If you are very valiant, it is a god, I think, who gave you this gift.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
Suffering is but another name for the teaching of experience, which is the parent of instruction and the schoolmaster of life.