One thinking it is right to speak all things, whether the word is fit for speech or unutterable.
Better not to exist than live basely.
The shimmering night does not stay for mortals, not misfortunes, nor wealth, but in a moment it is gone, and to the turn of another comes joy and loss.
Love is like ice in the hands of children.
Though a man be wise it is no shame for him to live and learn.
There is some pleasure even in words, when they bring forgetfulness of present miseries.