It makes little difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. It is but an empty glorification left for those who live.
Often a noble face hides filthy ways.
Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes.
An ally need not own the land he helps.
Oh, what a power is motherhood, possessing a potent spell. Love, Light, Blessings.
Of mortals there is no one who is happy. If wealth flows in upon one, one may be perhaps luckier than one’s neighbor, but still not happy.
Evil men by their own nature cannot ever prosper.
There is nothing like the sight of an old enemy down on his luck.
Many a maiden, With white feet dancing light as air, Made happy music through the gloom.
Venus, thy eternal sway All the race of men obey. Euripides, Iphigenia in Aulis. He is not a lover who does not love for ever.
Life is short, yet sweet.
A man who has been in danger, When he comes out of it forgets his fears, And sometimes he forgets his promises.
Dishonor will not trouble me, once I am dead.
Love distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart...
Only a madman would give good for evil.
Ten thousand men possess ten thousand hopes.
How base a thing it is when a man will struggle with necessity! We have to die.
If the gods do evil then they are not gods.
That glittering hope is immemorial and beckons many men to their undoing.
There is no harbor of peace from the changing waves of joy and despair.