I say you must not win an unjust case by oaths.

When we sleep the soul is lit up... by many eyes, and with them, we can see everything that we cannot see in the daytime.

Obedience is the mother of success and is wedded to safety.

Alas for the affairs of men! When they are fortunate you might compare them to a shadow; and if they are unfortunate, a wet sponge with one dash wipes the picture away.

Who, except the gods, can live time through forever without any pain?

I warn the marauder dragging plunder, chaotic, rich beyond all rights: he'll strike his sails, harried at long last, stunned when the squalls of torment break his spars to bits.

Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts.