Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes mad.
The mob gets out of hand, runs wild, worse than raging fire, while the man who stands apart is called a coward.
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.
Often a noble face hides filthy ways.
In goodness there are all kinds of wisdom.
Time will explain it all. He is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks.