Enough Is Abundance To The Wise.

The Gods Have Sent Medicines For The Venom Of Serpents, But There Is No Medicine For A Bad Woman. She Is More Noxious Than The Viper, Or Than Fire Itself.

Had I Succeeded Well, I Had Been Reckoned Amongst The Wise; Our Minds Are So Disposed To Judge From The Event.

What Anger Worse Or Slower To Abate Then Lovers Love When It Turns To Hate.

Nothing Is Hopeless; We Must Hope For Everything.

What Is God, What Is Not God, What Is Between Man And God, Who Shall Say?