To generous souls every task is noble.
Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm.
Alas, how right the ancient saying is: We, who are old, are nothing else but noise And shape. Like mimicries of dreams we go, And have no wits, although we think us wise.
He was a wise man who originated the idea of God.
Men hate the haughty of heart who will not be the friend of every man.
What good can come from meeting death with tears? If a man Is sorry for himself, he doubles death.
Happy the man who from the sea escapes the storm and finds harbor.
Gods should not resemble men in their anger!
Old age is not a total misery. Experience helps.
Old men's prayers for death are lying prayers, in which they abuse old age and long extent of life. But when death draws near, not one is willing to die, and age no longer is a burden to them.
All is change; all yields its place and goes.
The company of just and righteous men is better than wealth and a rich estate.
Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.
There is nothing more hostile to a city that a tyrant, under whom in the first and chiefest place, there are not laws in common, but one man, keeping the law himself to himself, has the sway, and this is no longer equal.
Misery is the end of those with unbridled mouths.
Delusive hope still points to distant good.
It's not beauty but fine qualities, my girl, that keep a husband.
Sweet is the remembrance of troubles when you are in safety.
Your very silence shows you agree.
The man who melts With social sympathy, though not allied, Is more worth than a thousand kinsmen.
Those who are held Wise among men and who search the reasons of things, are those who bring the most sorrow on themselves.
Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.
Give a wise man an honest brief to plead and his eloquence is no remarkable achievement.
The gods have sent medicines for the venom of serpents, but there is no medicine for a bad woman. She is more noxious than the viper, or than fire itself.
Surely again, to heal men's wounds by music's spell.
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