There is the sky, which is all men's together.

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.

What can we take on trust in this uncertain life? Happiness, greatness, pride - nothing is secure, nothing keeps.

Whom the gods destroy, they first make mad.

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.

The best prophet is common sense, our native wit.

He was a wise man who originated the idea of God.