Seeing delightful things, hearing sweet sounds,
since a man becomes sad even though they please him:
Surely, he remembers in his heart something he is yet
– friendships in another life, whose emotion is constant.
See, shy one, the Sun
hanging in the West has made
With his long image in the water of the lake
a causeway as of gold.
The Moon, combing the darkness with his beams,
as if with his fingers the massy hair of night,
Seems to kiss her face
whose eyes – the lotuses – have closed into their buds…
We fear all things as mortals,
and we desire all things as if we were immortal.
We should not be oﬀended that other people hide
the truth from us, since we so often hide it from ourselves.
We readily criticize other people’s faults,
but we rarely use them to correct our own.
We strive less hard to be happy than
to make people think we are happy.
If we are too much in love,
it is hard to recognize
when we are no longer loved.
How much there is in the world I do not want,
who knows the utility of futility?
awake, arise, or be forever fallen,
what soon grows old? gratitude…
all men by nature desire knowledge,
education is the best provision for old age.
does piety requires us to honor truth
above our friends?
well begun is half done,
creation is the same as destruction,
we flatter ourselves.
each mortal thing does one thing
and the same; you should go
to a pear tree for pears,
not to an elm.
may I hold you, as I sink,
with my failing hand?
Let the speaker speak truly and the judge decide justly
…because they were good workmen they also knew all sorts of high matters, and this defect in them overshadowed their wisdom.
He, O men, is the wisest, who, like Socrates, knows that his wisdom is in truth worth nothing
but the truth is, O men of Athens, that God only is wise;
this villainous misleader of youth,
the envy and detraction of the world,
no one knows whether death may not be the greatest good,