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

My heart’s a dance of fear.

It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.

Sweet is a grief well ended.

In war, the first casualty is truth.

Rumours voiced by women come to nothing.

Many among men are they who set high the show of honor, yet break justice.

Courage! Suffering, when it climbs highest, lasts not long.

God loves to help him who strives to help himself.

Tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.

They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn.

It is always in season for old men to learn.

His resolve is not to seem, but to be, the best.

Married love between man and woman is bigger than oaths guarded by right of nature.

Self-will in the man who does not reckon wisely is by itself the weakest of all things.

Learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.

For wherein is life sweet to him who suffers grief?