Medicine sometimes snatches away health, sometimes gives it.
He who would not be idle, let him fall in love.
All things change, nothing is extinguished. There is nothing in the whole world which is permanent. Everything flows onward; all things are brought into being with a changing nature; the ages themselves glide by in constant movement.
O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?
It is some alleviation to ills we cannot cure to speak of them.
How little is the promise of the child fulfilled in the man.