Rash indeed is he who reckons on tomorrow, or happily on the days beyond it; for tomorrow is not, until today is past.
Children are the anchors of a mother's life.
For no one loves the bearer of bad tidings.
Whenever the deity contrives misfortunes for a man, he first harms their understanding.
If we always helped one another, no one would need luck.
Better not to exist than live basely.