Isn't it the sweetest mockery to mock our enemies?

You don't know what kind of day you will have, until evening.

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.

The man from whom the joys of life have departed is living no more, but should be counted with the dead.

Give me a life wherever there is an opportunity to live, and better life than was my father's.

Afterthought makes the first resolve a liar.

How terrible it is to have wisdom when it does not benefit those who have it.