Oh, trebly blest the placid lot of those whose hearth foundations are in pure love laid, where husband's breast with tempered ardor glows, and wife, oft mother, is in heart a maid!
If all men saw the fair and wise the same men would not have debaters' double strife.
And wealth abides not, it is but for a day.
Disaster appears, to crush one man now, but afterward another.
None wise dares hopeless venture.
My tongue swore, but my mind was still unpledged.
A second wife is hateful to the children of the first; A viper is not more hateful.
Where there are two, one cannot be wretched, and one not.
There is something in the pang of change more than the heart can bear, unhappiness remembering happiness.
Every man is like the company he wont to keep.
May he die with no joy at his end, The man who won't be troubled To unlock the keys of his heart and make a friend.
The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable, Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.
There is no harbor of peace from the changing waves of joy and despair.
I know indeed what evil I intend to do, but stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury, fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils.
Our ancestors... purged their guilt by banishment, not death. And by so doing, they stopped that endless vicious cycle of murder and revenge.
The first requisite to happiness is that a man be born in a famous city.
Had I succeeded well, I had been reckoned amongst the wise; our minds are so disposed to judge from the event.
Humility, a sense of reverence before the sons of heaven - of all the prizes that a mortal man might win, these, I say, are wisest; these are best.
Greatness brings no profit to people. God indeed, when in anger, brings greater ruin to great mens houses.
Lucky is the man who has been successful with his children and not got ones who are notorious disasters.
High honors are sweet To a man's heart, but ever They stand close to the brink of grief.
The little done doth vanish to the mind which forward sees how much remains to do.
Numbers are a fearful thing.
To a father waxing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter; sons have spirits of a higher pitch, but less inclined to endearing fondness.
The fountains of sacred rivers flow upwards (i.e., everything is turned topsy turvy).
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