“The worst ruler is one who cannot rule himself.”

Anger so clouds the mind that it cannot perceive the truth.

From lightest words sometimes the direst quarrel springs.

You should summon your overseer the next day, and should call for a report of what work has been done in good season and why it has not been possible to complete the rest, and what wine and corn and other crops have been gathered.

I think the first virtue is to restrain the tongue; he approaches nearest to gods who knows how to be silent, even though he is in the right.

The hero saves us. Praise the hero! Now, who will save us from the hero?

Buy not what you want, but what you have need of; what you do not want is dear at a farthing.

Lighter is the wound foreseen.

Wise men learn more from fools than fools from the wise.

When you have observed how the field work has progressed, what things have been done, and what remains undone.

You must keep her on a tight rein.

All mankind rules its women, and we rule all mankind, but our women rule us.

I prefer to do right and get no thanks than to do wrong and receive no punishment.

Furthermore, I think Carthage must be destroyed.

The more you go, the more will the place please you, if it be worth your attention. Give heed to the appearance of the neighbourhood.

Not at all. Once they have achieved equality, they will be your masters . . .

Wise men profit more from fools than fools from wise men; for the wise men shun the mistakes of fools, but fools do not imitate the successes of the wise.

One of the simple but genuine pleasures in life is getting up in the morning and hurrying to a mousetrap you set the night before.

Men who can succeed in deceiving no one else, will succeed at last in deceiving themselves.

One must do violence to the object of one’s desire; when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater.

When one is striding bravely into the future one cannot watch one’s footing.

I did not know then that this is what life is – just when you master the geometry of one world, it slips away, and suddenly again, you’re swarmed by strange shapes and impossible angles.

How could one create life with someone who represented death?

Once in a while, there’s stuff that makes me say, That’s what theatre’s about. It has to be a human event on the stage, and that doesn’t happen very often.

I need an endorphin boost. And making out in an abandoned barn with me will give you one? No, it will probably put me in an endorphin coma, and im more than happy to test the theory.