The Best Of Seers Is He Who

That Mortal Is A Fool Who, Prospering, Thinks His Life Has Any Strong Foundation; Since Our Fortune's Course Of Action Is The Reeling Way A Madman Takes, And No One Person Is Ever Happy All The Time.

It's The Wise Man Who Stays Home When He's Drunk.

When Two Souls Compose A Single Song, The Muse Fans Livid Wrath Before Long.

Of Mortals There Is No One Who Is Happy. If Wealth Flows In Upon One, One May Be Perhaps Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not Happy.

Let My Heart Be Wise. It Is The Gods' Best Gift.