I see that all of us who live are nothing but images or insubstantial shadow.
It is the merit of a general to impart good news, and to conceal the truth.
It is best not to have been born at all: but, if born, as quickly as possible to return whence one came.
Love is like ice in the hands of children.
Look how men live, always precariously balanced between good and bad fortune.
Fortune raises up and fortune brings low both the man who fares well and the one who fares badly; and there is no prophet of the future for mortal men.