“Great deeds give choice of many tales. Choose a slight tale, enrich it large, and then let wise men listen.”

With our mortal minds we should seek from the gods that which becomes us.

War is sweet for those who haven’t experienced it.

A thing said walks in immortality if it has been said well.

Envy, the attendant of the empty mind.

A good deed hidden in silence dies.

Creatures of a day, what is any one? What is he not? Man is but a dream of a shadow. Yet when there comes as a gift of heaven a gleam of sunshine, there rest upon men a radiant light and, aye, a gentle life.

To our own sorrows serious heed we give, But for another?s we soon cease to grieve.

He is gifted with genius who knoweth much by natural inspiration.

For lawless joys a bitter ending waits.

Unsung, the noblest deed will die.

Finding that the middle condition of life is by far the happiest, I look with little favor upon that of princes.

Forge thy tongue on an anvil of truth and what flies up, though it be but a spark, will have light.

There is a mortal breed most full of futility. In contempt of what is at hand, they strain into the future, hunting impossibilities on the wings of ineffectual hopes.

Man’s pleasure is a short time growing And it falls to the ground As quickly.

It is God that accomplishes all term to hopes, God, who overtakes the flying eagle, outpasses the dolphin in the sea; who bends under his strength the man with thoughts too high.

Often silence is the wisest thing for a man to heed.