What greater wound is there than a false friend?
Whoever lives among many evils just as I, how can dying not be a source of gain?
Of no mortal say, 'That man is happy,' till vexed by no grievous ill he pass Life's goal.
One's own escape from troubles makes one glad; but bringing friends to trouble is hard grief.
There is no witness so terrible, no accuser so powerful as conscience which dwells within us.
Dreadful is the mysterious power of fate; there is no deliverance from it by wealth or by war, by walled city or dark, seabeaten ships.