All a man's affairs become diseased when he wishes to cure evils by evils.

If it were possible to cure evils by lamentation and to raise the dead with tears, then gold would be a less valuable thing than weeping.

When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.

Man is free at the moment he wishes to be.

Deem no man happy until he passes the end of his life without suffering grief.

To a man who is afraid everything rustles.