“The high strength of men knows no content with limitation.”

Wiles and deceit are female qualities.

Who, except the gods, can live time through forever without any pain?

In every enterprise is no greater evil than bad companionship.

Few men have the natural strength to honor a friend’s success without envy.

To learn is to be young, however old.

The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance.

When a man takes the road to destruction, the gods help him along.

It is best for the wise man not to seem wise.

Wrong must not win by technicalities.

For somehow this is tyranny’s disease, to trust no friends.

For there is no defense for a man who, in the excess of his wealth, has kicked the great altar of Justice out of sight.

But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man’s blood, there is no way to raise him up.

Only one accomplishment is beyond both the power and the mercy of the Gods. They cannot make the past as though it had never been.

Words are the physicians of a mind diseased.

Know not to revere human things too much.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.