How terrible it is to have wisdom when it does not benefit those who have it.
I have no desire to suffer twice, in reality and then in retrospect.
But whoever gives birth to useless children, what would you say of him except that he has bred sorrows for himself, and furnishes laughter for his enemies.
As they say of the blind, Sounds are the things I see.
Oh death, death, why do you never come to me thus summoned always day by day?
Fortune never helps the fainthearted.