Happy the man whose lot it is to know The secrets of the earth. He hastens not To work his fellows hurt by unjust deeds, But with rapt admiration contemplates Immortal Nature's ageless harmony, And how and when the order came to be.

One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.

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

Never say that marriage has more of joy than pain.

Time will bring healing.

I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.

Dead men have no victory.