Dark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud.
Knowledge must come through action.
A man is nothing but breath and shadow.
Sleep's the only medicine that gives ease.
Show me the man who keeps his house in hand, He's fit for public authority.
Oh child, may you be happier than your father, but in all other respects alike. And then you would not be bad.