Although they posses enough, and more than enough still they yearn for more.
That, which has not its alternation of rest, will not last long.
Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave.
Often they benefit who suffer wrong.
What is more useful than fire? Yet if any one prepares to burn a house, it is with fire that he arms his daring hands.
Few love what they may have.