Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.
Peace visits not the guilty mind.
There is no reliance to be placed on appearance.
They whose sole bliss is eating can give but that one brutish reason why they live.
For the gods, instead of what is most pleasing, will give what is most proper. Man is dearer to them than he is to himself.
What day is so festal it fails to reveal some theft?