Of no mortal say, 'That man is happy,' till vexed by no grievous ill he pass Life's goal.
Look how men live, always precariously balanced between good and bad fortune.
There is no witness so terrible, no accuser so powerful as conscience which dwells within us.
How dreadful knowledge of the truth can be when there's no help in truth!
Wonders are many, and none is more wonderful than man; the power that crosses the white sea, driven by the stormy wind, making a path under surges that threaten to engulf him.
No man loves life like him that's growing old.