“Today things are better than yesterday.”

Open your mouth and shut your eyes and see what Zeus will send you.

Characteristics of a popular politician: a horrible voice, bad breeding, and a vulgar manner.

It is right that the good should be happy, that the wicked and the impious on the other hand, should be miserable; that is a truth, I believe, which no one will gainsay.

Look at the orators in our republics; as long as they are poor, both state and people can only praise their uprightness; but once they are fattened on the public funds, they conceive a hatred for justice, plan intrigues against the people and attack the democracy.

Old age is second childhood.

You can’t have anything else to say: you’ve poured out every drop of what you know.

Ignorance can be cured, but stupidity is forever.

One must not try to trick misfortune, but resign oneself to it with good grace.

The wise learn many things from their enemies.

To invoke solely the weaker arguments and yet triumph is an art worth more than a hundred thousand drachmae.

It often happens that less depends upon the valor of an army than the skill of the leader.

Poverty, the most fearful monster that ever drew breath.

Under every stone lurks a politician.

A man may learn wisdom even from a foe.

Comedy too can sometimes discern what is right. I shall not please, but I shall say what is true.

If a man owes me money, I never seem to forget. But if I do the owing, I somehow never remember.

Any time where the delta b/w what is possible and how things work today is at its widest, that’s an opportunity to go build new technology.

You compose because you want to somehow summarize in some permanent form your most basic feelings about being alive, to set down some sort of permanent statement about the way it feels to live now, today.

Never do today what you can do tomorrow, because something may occur to make you regret your premature action.

[Once plans for each eventuality are resolved, further] Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, but only saps today of its strength.

We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.

And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.

Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.

Who hesitate and falter life away, and lose tomorrow the ground won today.