Tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.
There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.
The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.
Oaths are not the credit of men but men of oaths.
Good fortune is a god among men, and more than a god.
It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath.