Miserable mortals who, like leaves, are either flourishing and vigorous as they eat the fruits of the earth, or become lifeless and die.
Youth has lively genius and weak judgment.
There is nothing as sweet as one's own homeland and parents, even if one has the most opulent mansion in a foreign and distant land.
Fortune is like a garment: too loose it burdens us, and too tight it oppresses us.
Let the past be the past.
Like the generation of leaves, so is the generation of men. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, and the forest, greening, produces others when spring arrives: in the same way, one human generation is born and another perishes.
The lofty gifts of the gods cannot be easily destroyed by mortal men, nor yield to their forces.