Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes angry.
She sings a dark destructive song.
My hair is holy. I grow it long for the God.
Go home to your wife. Go bury her.
Mortal fate is hard. You’d best get used to it.
Who can stop grief’s avalanche once it starts to roll.
Piangi con me, supplica il padre di non uccidere tua sorella: anche i bambini si rendono conto delle sciagure.
It’s human; we all put self interest first.
Better a humble heart, a lowly life. Untouched by greatness let me live – and live. Not too little, not too much: there safety lies.
In childbirth grief begins.
I’d three times sooner go to war than suffer childbirth once.
Not too little, not too much: there safety lies.
Old loves are dropped when new ones come.
Do not plan for ventures before finishing what’s at hand.
Experience, travel – these are an education in themselves.
Whoso neglects learning in his youth, loses the past and is dead for the future.
One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.
We must take care of our minds because we cannot benefit from beauty when our brains are missing.
Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. Tragedy isn’t getting something or failure to get it; it’s losing something you already have. Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Leave no stone unturned.