“For wherein is life sweet to him who suffers grief?”

Take courage; pain’s extremity soon ends.

If a man should wanton walk with crime, he shall find in death no great deliverance.

Suffering brings experience.

I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death.

Honor modesty more than your life.

You shall learn, though late, the lesson of how to be discreet.

In every tyrant’s heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

Nothing forces us to know, What we do not want to know except pain.

Everyone is ready to speak ill of a stranger.

Time brings all things to pass.

There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.

Do not labor uselessly at what helps not at all.

For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one’s life.

The future you shall know when it has come; before then, forget it.

It is the nature of mortals to kick a fallen man.

Learn to practice moderation. Favours come to us from gods.

The grief we carry is part of the grief of the world. Hold it gently. Let it be honored. You do not have to keep it in anymore. You can let go into the heart of compassion; you can weep.

There are griefs which grow with years.

Beware the easy griefs / that fool and fuel nothing.

Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.

Fretting grief the enemy of life.

The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.

Music, such music, is a sufficient gift. Why ask for happiness; why hope not to grieve? It is enough, it is to be blessed enough, to live from day to day and to hear such music-not too much, or the soul could not sustain it-from time to time.

One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I’d guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.