It is good even for old men to learn wisdom.
Wisdom comes alone through suffering.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
So in the Libyan fable it is toldAre we now smitten."
Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts:The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray,Upon a corpse.
The man who does ill, ill must suffer too.
A prosperous fool is a grievous burden.
Bronze is the mirror of the form; wine, of the heart.