The gods plant reason in mankind, of all good gifts the highest.
Oh death, death, why do you never come to me thus summoned always day by day?
Wealth makes an ugly person beautiful to look on and an incoherent speech eloquent; and wealth alone can enjoy pleasure even in sickness and can conceal its miseries.
Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.
Nobody likes the bringer of bad news.
How terrible is wisdom, when it brings no profit to the man that's wise