For no one loves the bearer of bad tidings.

Let be the future: mind the present need and leave the rest to whom the rest concerns ... present tasks claim our care: the ordering of the future rests where it should rest.

And if my present deeds are foolish in thy sight, it may be that a foolish judge arraigns my folly.

Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.

To the person who is afraid, everything rustles.

To him who is afraid, everything rustles.

Men whose wit has been mother of villainy once have learned from it to be evil in all things.