Every one who repeats it adds something to the scandal. [The rolling snow-ball.]
When the heart is sick it cannot bear the slightest annoyance.
Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.
Work while your strength and years permit you; crooked age will by-and-by come upon you with silent foot.
It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.
The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.