Everything is ideal to its parent.
To women silence gives their proper grace.
The curse of ignorance is that man without being good or evil is nevertheless satisfied with himself
Ignorance is a tough evil to conquer.
Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.
A day lays low and lifts up again all human things.