“Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.”

Empty words are evil.

There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.

What are the children of men, but as leaves that drop at the wind’s breath?

Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death.

There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible – magic to make the sanest man go mad.

The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.

Men are so quick to blame the gods.

The sort of words a man says is the sort he hears in return.

The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.

Always to be best, and distinguished above the rest.

Everything looks bad if you remember it.

A small rock holds back a great wave.

Many shining actions owe their success to chance, though the general or statesman receive the applause.

There is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.

Many shining actions owe their success to chance, though the general or statesman receive the applause.

There is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.