For the wretched one night is like a thousand; for someone faring well death is just one more night.
What house, bloated with luxury, ever became prosperous without a woman’s excellence?
Our happiness depends on wisdom all the way.
Reverence does not die with mortals, nor does it perish whether they live or die.
Hide nothing, for time, which sees all and hears all, exposes all.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.