High honors are sweet To a man's heart, but ever They stand close to the brink of grief.
The power that keeps cities of men together Is noble preservation of law.
Zeus hates busybodies and those who do too much.
Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.
The man whom heaven helps has friends enough.
Enjoy yourself, drink, call the life you live today your own; but only that, the rest belongs to chance.