This is what extremely grieves us, that a man who never fought Should contrive our fees to pilfer, on who for his native land Never to this day had oar, or lance, or blister in his hand.

Words give wings to the mind and make a man soar to heaven.

Youth ages, immaturity is outgrown, ignorance can be educated, and drunkenness sobered, but stupid lasts forever.

Surely you do not believe in the gods. What's your argument? Where's your proof?

You cannot make a crab walk straight.

Children have a master to teach them, grown-ups have the poets.

Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a Part, or a Wolf, or a Bull?