“A woman’s greatest glory is to be little talked about by men, whether for good or ill.”

Time is the wisest counsellor of all.

Freedom is the sure possession of those alone who have the courage to defend it.

It is difficult to argue with the belly, for it has no ears.

I am more afraid of our own mistakes than of our enemies’ designs.

Just because you do not take an interest in politics doesn’t mean politics won’t take an interest in you.

We Athenians hold that it is not poverty that is disgraceful but the failure to struggle against it.

Time as he grows old teaches many lessons. – Aeschylus Time is the wisest counsellor of all.

Wait for that wisest of all counselors, Time.

Trees, though they are cut and lopped, grow up again quickly, but if men are destroyed, it is not easy to get them again.

It is right to endure with resignation what the gods send, and to face one’s enemies with courage.

The marketplace is democratic.

Your empire is now like a tyranny: it may have been wrong to take it; it is certainly dangerous to let it go.

Not to be able to bear poverty is a shameful thing, but not to know how to chase it away by work is a more shameful thing yet.

Instead of looking on discussion as a stumbling block in the way of action, we think it an indispensable preliminary to any wise action at all.

Future ages will wonder at us, as the present age wonders at us now.

As for poverty, no one need be ashamed to admit it, the real shame is in not taking practical measures to escape from it.

Embrace the glorious mess that you are.

The path of a cosmonaut is not an easy, triumphant march to glory. You have to get to know the meaning not just of joy but also of grief, before being allowed in the spacecraft cabin.

The Bread that we need each day to grow in eternal life, makes of our will a docile instrument of the Divine Will; sets the Kingdom of God within us; gives us pure lips, and a pure heart with which to glorify his holy name.

You little star that shines so bright you make the whole sky look glorious from a million miles away.

But rejoice, inasmuch as ye are partakers of Christ’s sufferings; that, when his glory shall be revealed, ye may be glad also with exceeding joy.

Angels, living light most glorious! Beneath the Godhead in burning desire in the darkness and mystery of creation you look on the eye of your God never taking your fill: What glorious pleasures take shape within you!

Yet this is the watch by night. Let us all accept new strength, and real tenderness. And at dawn, armed with glowing patience, we will enter the cities of glory.

The creator of the heavens obeys a carpenter; the God of eternal glory listens to a poor virgin. Has anyone ever witnessed anything comparable to this?