The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.

For the dead there are no more toils.

Wonders are many, and none is more wonderful than man; the power that crosses the white sea, driven by the stormy wind, making a path under surges that threaten to engulf him.

Sleep's the only medicine that gives ease.

Rather throw away that which is dearest to you, your own life, than turn away a good friend.

Sleep, ignorant of pain, sleep, ignorant of grief, may you come to us blowing softly, kindly, kindly come king.

Kindness will always attract kindness.