He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.
For there is no defense for a man who, in the excess of his wealth, has kicked the great altar of Justice out of sight.
In war, truth is the first casualty.
Better to die on your feet than live on your knees.
To learn is to be young, however old.
Old men are always young enough to learn with profit.
The truth Has to be melted out of our stubborn lives By suffering. Nothing speaks the truth, Nothing tells us how things really are, Nothing forces us to know What we do not want to know Except pain. And this is how the gods declare their love.
Those who would learn must suffer. In our own despair, against our will, wisdom comes to us.
The best by far is to marry in one's own rank.
Many men who transgress justice, honor appearance over reality.
In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.
Only through suffering do we learn
For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.
Wisdom comes through suffering. Trouble, with its memories of pain, Drips in our hearts as we try to sleep, So men against their will Learn to practice moderation. Favours come to us from gods.
I, schooled in misery, know many purifying rites, and I know where speech is proper and where silence.
I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.
Wiles and deceit are female qualities.
Take courage; pain's extremity soon ends.
Against necessity, against its strength, no one can fight and win.
The reward of pain is experience.
Justice inclines her scales so that wisdom comes at the price of suffering.
The man who boldly transgresses, amassing a great heap unjustly--by force, in time, he will strike his sail, when trouble seizes him as the yardarm is splintered. He calls on those who hear nothing and he struggles in the midst of the whirling waters. The god laughs at the hot-headed man, seeing him, who boasted that this would never happen, exhausted by distress without remedy and unable to surmount the cresting wave. He wrecks the happiness of his earlier life on the reef of Justice, and he perishes unwept, unseen.
From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.
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