Women keep no secrets, and I know many men, who are women in this regard.

Dressed in the lion's skin, the ass spread terror far and wide.

We read on the foreheads of those who are surrounded by a foolish luxury, that fortune sells what she is thought to give.

Every one turns his dreams into realities as far as he can; man is cold as ice to the truth, hot as fire to falsehood.

To hell with pleasure that's haunted by fear.

One should oblige everyone to the extent of one's ability. One often needs someone smaller than oneself.

By time and toil we sever What strength and rage could never.