The fountains of sacred rivers flow upwards (i.e., everything is turned topsy turvy).

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

The daughters of Sparta are never at home! They mingle with the young men in wrestling matches.

Mobs in their emotions are much like children, subject to the same tantrums and fits of fury.

Time will discover everything to posterity; it is a babbler, and speaks even when no question is put.

Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.

Poverty possesses this disease; through want it teaches a man evil.