“Does it seem that everything is extravagance in the world, or rather madness, when you watch the way things go? A crowd of rogues enjoy blessings they have won by sheer injustice, while more honest folks are miserable and die of hunger.”

Children have a master to teach them, grown-ups have the poets.

Do not take a blind guide.

Open your mind before your mouth.

You possess all the attributes of a demagogue; a screeching, horrible voice, a perverse, crossgrained nature and the language of the market-place. In you all is united which is needful for governing.

A slave is but half a man.

What unlooked-for things do happen, to be sure, in a long life!

An ancient tradition declares that every idiot blunder we pass into law will sooner or later redound to Athens’ profit.

Evil events from evil causes spring, And what you suffer flows from what you’ve done.

High thoughts must have high language.

Wise people, even though all laws were abolished, would still lead the same life.

The love of wine is a good man’s failing.

Prayers without wine are perfectly pointless.

Youth ages, immaturity is outgrown, ignorance can be educated, and drunkenness sobered, but stupid lasts forever.

This is what extremely grieves us, that a man who never fought Should contrive our fees to pilfer, on who for his native land Never to this day had oar, or lance, or blister in his hand.

Full of wiles, full of guile, at all times, in all ways, are the children of Men.

Thou shouldst not decide until thou hast heard what both have to say.

I’m blessed with a good pair of ears. That’s how I fooled my piano teacher. I’d watch his fingers and I’d listen to it, and I just kind of basically learned it by myself.

Blessed be the man whose work drives him. Something must drive men; and if it is wholesome industry, they have no time for a thousand torments and temptations.

Trump’s election could be a blessing in disguise. This is the opportunity for America to correct itself.

I’m really just a regular guy who has had an incredibly blessed life.

What a blessing to be hurt yet see the good, what a curse to always understand and never be understood.

This was really what I was supposed to be doing, and it was a great blessing to have discovered this, and to be doing what was God’s will for your life.

Blessed are they who know how to shine on one’s gloom with their cheer.

We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.