No yield to the dead! Never stab the fighter when he's down. Where's the glory, killing the dead twice over?

For this I see, that we, all we that live, Are but vain shadows, unsubstantial dreams.

For even bold natures flee, whenever they see Hades close to life.

Not all things are to be discovered; many are better concealed.

Wealth makes an ugly person beautiful to look on and an incoherent speech eloquent; and wealth alone can enjoy pleasure even in sickness and can conceal its miseries.

Whenever the deity contrives misfortunes for a man, he first harms their understanding.

Heaven ne'er helps the men who will not act.