What ignorance there is in human minds.
It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.
I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and cold and dry thinks of her sewing when making love.
Rest strengthens the body, the mind too is thus supported; but unremitting toil destroys both.
How little is the promise of the child fulfilled in the man.
Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave.