Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more if future fortunes were known before!
By education most have been misled So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.