Now as of old the gods give men all good things, excepting only those that are baneful and injurious and useless. These, now as of old, are not gifts of the gods: men stumble into them themselves because of their own blindness and folly.

Good breeding in cattle depends on physical health, but in men on a well-formed character.

Our sins are more easily remembered than our good deeds.

If you would know contentment, let your deeds be few.

The sweetest things become the most bitter by excess.

Poor mind, from the senses you take your arguments, and then want to defeat them? Your victory is your defeat.

Everywhere man blames nature and fate yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passion, his mistakes and his weaknesses.