To give birth is a fearsome thing; there is no hating the child one has borne even when injured by it.
Now I see that going out into the testing ground of men it is the tongue and not the deed that wins the day.
There are some who praise a man free from disease; to me no man who is poor seems free from disease but to be constantly sick.
The oaths of a woman I inscribe on water.
Deem no man happy until he passes the edo fhis life without suffering grief.
All concerns of men go wrong when they wish to cure evil with evil.
To me so deep a silence portends some dread event; a clamorous sorrow wastes itself in sound.
The man the state has put in place must have obedient hearing to his least command when it is right, and even when it’s not.
Obedience to authority saves many skins.
Whom Jupiter would destroy he first drives mad.
War loves to seek its victims in the young.
How dangerous can false reasoning prove!
Reverence does not die with mortals, nor does it perish whether they live or die.
Nothing vast enters the life of mortals without a curse.
The pain we inflict upon ourselves hurt most of all.
The only crime is pride.
To speak much is one thing; to speak to the point another!
Weep not, everything must have its day.
You’re in love with impossibility.
Despite so many ordeals, my advanced age and the nobility of my soul make me conclude that all is well.