The act of evil breeds others to follow, young sins in its own likeness.
Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise. From him alone of all The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
Bronze is the mirror of form, wine of the heart.
The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger.
By suffering comes wisdom.
It is best for the wise man not to seem wise.