Thoughts are mightier than strength of hand.
To know that all is well, even if late will come to know it, is at least some gain.
Whenever the deity contrives misfortunes for a man, he first harms their understanding.
Foolishness is indeed the sister of wickedness.
Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.
It is terrible to speak well and be wrong.