For this is the mark of a wise and upright man, not to rail against the gods in misfortune.
What atonement is there for blood spilt upon the earth?
Bronze in the mirror of the form, wine of the mind.
The man who does ill must suffer ill.
For somehow this disease inheres in tyranny, never to trust one's friends.
It is good even for old men to learn wisdom.
Time as he grows old teaches all things.
Obedience is the mother of success, and success the parent of salvation.
I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning to sail my ship.