Men trust their ears less than their eyes.
The gods visit the sins of the fathers upon the children.
Whoso neglects learning in his youth,Loses the past and is dead for the future.
Every man is like the company he is wont to keep.
When good men die their goodness does not perish,But lives though they are gone. As for the bad,All that was theirs dies and is buried with them.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Time will explain it all. He is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks.
A bad beginning makes a bad ending.