I care for riches, to make gifts To friends, or lead a sick man back to health With ease and plenty. Else small aid is wealth For daily gladness; once a man be done With hunger, rich and poor are all as one.

I sacrifice to no god save myself - And to my belly, greatest of deities.

God helps him who strives hard.

Events will take their course, it is no good of being angry at them; he is happiest who wisely turns them to the best account.