Love is like ice in the hands of children.

A friend in word is never friend of mine.

To err from the right path is common to mankind.

I see that all of us who live are nothing but images or insubstantial shadow.

False words do not bring forth fruit.

Many the wonders but nothing walks stranger than man.

Not to be born surpasses thought and speech. The second best is to have seen the light and then go back quickly whence we came