Heap up great wealth in your house, if you wish, and live as a tyrant, but, if the enjoyment of these things be lacking, I would not buy the rest for the shadow of smoke as against happiness.

Fortune raises up and fortune brings low both the man who fares well and the one who fares badly; and there is no prophet of the future for mortal men.

For the dead there are no more toils.

How terrible is wisdom, when it brings no profit to the man that's wise

I was not born to share the hate, but love.

A man growing old becomes a child again.

Show me the man who keeps his house in hand, He's fit for public authority.