Better not to exist than live basely.
Even from the first it is meek to seek the impossible.
To know that all is well, even if late will come to know it, is at least some gain.
But whoever gives birth to useless children, what would you say of him except that he has bred sorrows for himself, and furnishes laughter for his enemies.
To revive sorrow is cruel.
The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.