If through your vices you afflicted are, Lay not the blame of your distress on God; You made your rulers mighty, gave them guards, So now you groan 'neath slavery's heavy rod.
Let no man be called happy before his death. Till then, he is not happy, only lucky.
Speech is the mirror of action.
Each day grow older, and learn something new.
Call no man happy until he is dead.
He that will sell his fame will also sell the public interest.