Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.

True, as unwisdom is the worst of ills

Foolishness is indeed the sister of wickedness.

If you were to offer a thirsty man all wisdom, you would not please him more than if you gave him a drink.

How terrible is wisdom, when it brings no profit to the man that's wise

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

Love is like ice in the hands of children.