A Prosperous Fool Is A Grievous Burden.

The Words Of Truth Are Simple.

Of All The Gods, Death Only Craves Not Gifts: Nor Sacrifice, Nor Yet Drink-offering Poured Avails; No Altars Hath He, Nor Is Soothed By Hymns Of Praise. From Him Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

Old Age Hath Stronger Sense Of Right Than Youth.

We Spoil Ourselves With Scruples Long As Things Go Well.

Honor Modesty More Than Your Life.