Another one of the old poets, whose name has escaped my memory at present, called Truth the daughter of Time.
Truth is the daughter of time.
The spirits increase, vigor grows through a wound.
I do not buy repentance at so heavy a cost as a thousand drachmae.
A man should be religious, not superstitious.
I see the beard and cloak, but I don't yet see a philosopher. -Video barbam et pallium; philosophum nondum video