Oh death, death, why do you never come to me thus summoned always day by day?
Death is not the greatest of evils; it is worse to want to die, and not be able to.
A broad-backed ox can be driven straight on his road even by a small goad.
No one who errs unwillingly is evil.
To know that all is well, even if late will come to know it, is at least some gain.
It is the merit of a general to impart good news, and to conceal the truth.