Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget / falls drop by drop upon the heart / until, in our own despair, against our will, / comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.

I count false words the foulest plague of all.

Who except the gods can live without any pain?

I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning to sail my ship.

I have not need to promise what I cannot do.

Look at him, look how he drips unhealth – shudder object!

But I will place this carefully fed pig Within the crackling oven; and, I pray, What nicer dish can e’er be given to man.

You have learned the lesson by experience.

Take courage; pain’s extremity soon ends.

But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man’s blood, there is no way to raise him up.