Love distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart.

Account no man happy till he dies.

In my opinion, the unjust man whose tongue is full of glozing rhetoric, merits the heaviest punishment; vaunting that he can with his tongue gloze over injustice, he dares to act wickedly, yet he is not over-wise.

Our ancestors... purged their guilt by banishment, not death. And by so doing, they stopped that endless vicious cycle of murder and revenge.

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

Neither earth nor ocean produces a creature as savage and monstrous as woman.

The man whom heaven helps has friends enough.