Trust dies but mistrust blossoms.
Let men be wise by instinct if they can, but when this fails be wise by good advice.
There is some pleasure even in words, when they bring forgetfulness of present miseries.
The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.
Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still.
Things gained through unjust fraud are never secure.