Few men have the natural strength to honor a friend's success without envy.

The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger.

When strength is yoked with justice, where is a mightier pair than they?

Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.

I pray the gods some respite from the weary task of this long year's watch that lying on the Atreidae's roof on bended arm, dog- like, I have kept, marking the conclave of all night's stars, those potentates blazing in the heavens that bring winter and summer to mortal men, the constellations, when they wane, when they rise.

It is the nature of mortals to kick a fallen man.

Let there be wealth without tears; enough for the wise man who will ask no further.