Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.

The cause is hidden; the effect is visible to all.

Opportunity is ever worth expecting; let your hood be ever hanging ready. The fish will be in the pool where you least imagine it to be.

It is not safe to despise what Love commands. He reigns supreme, and rules the mighty gods.

Cunning leads to knavery. It is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery. Only lying makes the difference; add that to cunning, and it is knavery.

It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.