You clearly hate to yield, but you will regret it when your anger has passed. Such natures are justly the hardest for themselves to bear.
The gods plant reason in mankind, of all good gifts the highest.
There is no such thing as the old age of the wise.
There is no sense in crying over spilt milk. Why bewail what is done and cannot be recalled?
It becomes one, while exempt from woes, to look to the dangers.
Not knowing anything is the sweetest life.