It is the task of a good man to help those in misfortune.
A man is nothing but breath and shadow.
To give birth is a fearsome thing; there is no hating the child one has borne even when injured by it.
War loves to seek its victims in the young.
Wealth makes an ugly person beautiful to look on and an incoherent speech eloquent; and wealth alone can enjoy pleasure even in sickness and can conceal its miseries.
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