Not to be born surpasses all reckoning. The next best thing by far, when one has been born is to go back as swiftly as possible whence one came.
There is no sense in crying over spilt milk. Why bewail what is done and cannot be recalled?
As they say of the blind, Sounds are the things I see.
The good befriend themselves.
The gods love those of ordered soul.
It made our hair stand up in panic fear.