Thou shalt not ration justice.
The man from whom the joys of life have departed is living no more, but should be counted with the dead.
For the gods, though slow to see, see well, whenever a man casting aside worship turns folly.
The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.
No one longs to live more than someone growing old.
Sleep's the only medicine that gives ease.