To have found you is a dear happiness; and to be Apollo's son is beyond all my hopes; but there is something I want to say to you alone. Come; this is a private matter between us two - anything you tell me shall be as secret as the grave.

But learn that to die is a debt we must all pay.

There is something in the pang of change more than the heart can bear, unhappiness remembering happiness.

When love is in excess, it brings a man no honor, no worthiness.

It is in adversity that the good show their friendship most clearly; prosperity always finds friends.

Anger exceeding limits causes fear and excessive kindness eliminates respect.

Why do we make so much of knowledge, struggle so hard to get some little skill not worth the effort?