The life of day before yesterday has departed today. The city whose weapons are not strong the enemy before its gates shall not be thrust through. If thou goest and takest the field of an enemy, the enemy will come and take your field. Upon a glad heart oil is poured out of which no one knows. An ass in another city becomes its head.
Writing is the mother of eloquence and the father of artists.
Be gentle to your enemy as to an old oven. A king delights in a wise servant, but a shameful servant incurs his wrath. Friendship in days of prosperity is servitude forever. A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. There is strife where servants are, slander where anointers anoint.