Time alone reveals the just man; but you might discern a bad man in a single day.
Sleep, ignorant of pain, sleep, ignorant of grief, may you come to us blowing softly, kindly, kindly come king.
Stranger in a strange country.
The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.
What fate can be worse than to know we have no one but ourselves to blame for our misfortunes!
In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace.