The sleep of a sick man has keen eyes. It is a sleep unsleeping.
If my body is enslaved, still my mind is free.
Ugly deeds are taught by ugly deeds.
If it were possible to heal sorrow by weeping and to raise the dead with tears, gold were less prized than grief.
Rather throw away that which is dearest to you, your own life, than turn away a good friend.
To me no profitable speech sounds ill.