They Who Are Sad Find Somehow Sweetness

Do We, Holding That The Gods Exist, Deceive Ourselves With Insubstantial Dreams And Lies, While Random Careless Chance And Change Alone Control The World?

Money Is The Wise Man's Religion.

How Sweet To Remember The Trouble That Is Past.

Cowards Do Not Count In Battle; They Are There, But Not In It.

A Rare Spoil For A Man Is The Winning Of A Good Wife; Very Plentiful Are The Worthless Women.