Afterthought makes the first resolve a liar.

It can be no dishonor / to learn from others when they speak good sense.

One’s own escape from troubles makes one glad; / but bringing friends to trouble is hard grief.

It is a painful thing / To look at your own trouble and know / That you yourself and no one else has made it.

Let men be wise by instinct if they can, but when this fails be wise by good advice.

“Men are of little worth. Their brief lives last a single day. They cannot hold elusive pleasure fast; Ii melts away. All laurels wither; all illusions fade; Hopes have been phantoms, shade on air-built shade since time began.”

O generations of men, how I count you as equal with those who live not at all!

Death is not the worst thing; rather, when one who craves death cannot attain even that wish.

The end excuses any evil.

A short saying oft contains much wisdom.