“The journey is its own reward.”

Few sons are like their fathers, most are worse, few better.

Have patience, heart.

Most grievous of all deaths it is to die of hunger.

It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.

Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.

I guess some people never change. Or, they quickly change and then quickly change back.

No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

For too much rest becomes a pain.

Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.

Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.

The proud heart feels not terror nor turns to run and it is his own courage that kills him.

Light is the task where many share the toil.

Everything flows and nothing stays.

There is nothing more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.

Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.