New faces have more authority than accustomed ones.

In goodness there are all kinds of wisdom.

Arm yourself, my heart: the thing that you must do is fearful, yet inevitable.

I care for riches, to make gifts To friends, or lead a sick man back to health With ease and plenty. Else small aid is wealth For daily gladness; once a man be done With hunger, rich and poor are all as one.

The gods have sent medicines for the venom of serpents, but there is no medicine for a bad woman. She is more noxious than the viper, or than fire itself.

Oftener than not the old are uncontrollable; Their tempers make them difficult to deal with.

Know we how many tomorrows the gods intend for our todays.