Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath, and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.

This was my prayer: an adequate portion of land with a garden and a spring of water and a small wood to complete the picture.

In a long work sleep may be naturally expected.

Who knows whether the gods will add tomorrow to the present hour?

The lofty pine is most easily brought low by the force of the wind, and the higher the tower the greater the fall thereof.

I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.

Take heed lest you stumble.