Fate has terrible power. You cannot escape it by wealth or war. No fort will keep it out, no ships outrun it.

But whoever gives birth to useless children, what would you say of him except that he has bred sorrows for himself, and furnishes laughter for his enemies.

Oh child, may you be happier than your father, but in all other respects alike. And then you would not be bad.

Opinions have greater power than strength of hands.

What greater wound is there than a false friend?

Sleep, thou patron of mankind, Great physician of the mind Who does nor pain nor sorrow know, Sweetest balm of every woe.

It is not righteousness to outrage