True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.
After the event, even a fool is wise.
Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep...in a giant blender.
There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.
Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on
Never to be cast away are the gifts of the gods, magnificent, which they give of their own will, no man could have them for wanting them.