The courts of kings are full of people, but empty of friends.
Unhappy is the man, though he rule the world, who doesn't consider himself supremely blessed.
The mind is slow to unlearn what it learnt early.
Nothing is our except time.
There is no person so severely punished, as those who subject themselves to the whip of their own remorse.
There's some end at last for the man who follows a path; mere rambling is interminable.