If it were possible to heal sorrow by weeping and to raise the dead with tears, gold were less prized than grief.

Of no mortal say, 'That man is happy,' till vexed by no grievous ill he pass Life's goal.

Men's minds are given to change in hate and friendship.

Not knowing anything is the sweetest life.

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

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

The stubbornest of wills Are soonest bended, as the hardest iron, O'er-heated in the fire to brittleness,Flies soonest into fragments, shivered through.