Pride is innate in beauty, and haughtiness is the companion of the fair.
Keep thy hook always baited, for a fish lurks even in the most unlikely swim.
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
Sleep ... peace of the soul, who puttest care to flight.
O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?
It is expedient that there should be gods, and, since it is expedient, let us believe that gods exist.