Whoever has a keen eye for profits, is blind in relation to his craft.
For to cast away a virtuous friend, I call as bad as to cast away one’s own life, which one loves best.
No yield to the dead! Never stab the fighter when he’s down. Where’s the glory, killing the dead twice over?
The wise form right judgment of the present from what is past.
A prudent man should neglect no circumstances.
Those griefs smart most which are seen to be of our own choice.
To women silence gives their proper grace.
Know’st not whate’er we do is done in love?
And if my present actions strike you as foolish, let’s just say I’ve been accused of folly by a fool.
Goodbye to the sun that shines for me no longer;.
Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he’s my enemy. He’s yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.
Best of children, sisters arm-in-arm, we must bear what the gods give us to bear – don’t fire up your hearts with so much grief. No reason to blame the pass you’ve come to now.
True, as unwisdom is the worst of ills.
Every wind is fare when we are flying from misfortune.
It is hope that maintains most of mankind.
The good befriend themselves.
It made our hair stand up in panic fear.
The end excuses any evil.
It becomes one, while exempt from woes, to look to the dangers.
Though a man be wise it is no shame for him to live and learn.