To never have been born may be the greatest boon of all.

As they say of the blind, Sounds are the things I see.

Sleep, ignorant of pain, sleep, ignorant of grief, may you come to us blowing softly, kindly, kindly come king.

It is a base thing for a man among the people not to obey those in command. Never in a state can the laws be well administered when fear does not stand firm.

A cunning fellow is man, inventive beyond all expectation, he reaches sometimes evil and sometimes good

The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.

Know'st not whate'er we do is done in love?