Call no man happy till he is dead.
What good is it to live a life that brings pains?
But time growing old teaches all things.
Excessive fear is always powerless.
Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.
Death is softer by far than tyranny.
Time brings all things to pass.
Wisdom comes alone through suffering.
Words are the physicians of a mind diseased.
You have been trapped in the inescapable net of ruin by your own want of sense.
There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls. There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.
The reward of suffering is experience.
When a man's willing and eager, the gods join in.
For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.
Human prosperity never rests but always craves more, till blown up with pride it totters and falls. From the opulent mansions pointed at by all passers-by none warns it away, none cries, 'Let no more riches enter!'.
Death is better, a milder fate than tyranny.
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.
Don't you know this, that words are doctors to a diseased temperment?
Everyone's quick to blame the alien.
To be free from evil thoughts is God's best gift.
To mourn and bewail your ill-fortune, when you will gain a tear from those who listen, this is worth the trouble.
Too few rejoice at a friend's good fortune.
Unions in wedlock are perverted by the victory of shameless passion that masters the female among men and beasts.
We must pronounce him fortunate who has ended his life in fair prosperity.
We shall perish by guile just as we slew.