And if my present deeds are foolish in thy sight, it may be that a foolish judge arraigns my folly.
War loves to seek its victims in the young.
I cannot love a friend whose love is words.
A day lays low and lifts up again all human things.
Who feels no ills, should, therefore, fear them; and when fortune smiles, be doubly cautious, lest destruction come remorseless on him, and he fall unpitied.
One's own escape from troubles makes one glad; but bringing friends to trouble is hard grief.