Those whose cause is just will never lack good arguments.

Mankind . . . possesses two supreme blessings. First of these is the goddess Demeter, or Earth whichever name you choose to call her by. It was she who gave to man his nourishment of grain. But after her there came the son of Semele, who matched her present by inventing liquid wine as his gift to man. For filled with that good gift, suffering mankind forgets its grief; from it comes sleep; with it oblivion of the troubles of the day. There is no other medicine for misery.

A just cause needs no interpreting. It carries its own case. But the unjust argument since it is sick, needs clever medicine.

Since we are mortal, friendships are best kept to a moderate level, rather than sharing the very depths of our souls.

The best of seers is he who guesses well.

The bold are helpless without cleverness.

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.