The strongest iron, hardened in the fire, most often ends in scraps and shatterings.
If we always helped one another, no one would need luck.
A cunning fellow is man, inventive beyond all expectation, he reaches sometimes evil and sometimes good
Best of children, sisters arm-in-arm, we must bear what the gods give us to bear-- don't fire up your hearts with so much grief. No reason to blame the pass you've come to now.
There is some pleasure even in words, when they bring forgetfulness of present miseries.
The sleep of a sick man has keen eyes. It is a sleep unsleeping.