What greater grief than the loss of one's native land.

Luckier than one's neighbor, but still not happy.

When good men die their goodness does not perish, But lives though they are gone. As for the bad, All that was theirs dies and is buried with them.

If all men saw the fair and wise the same men would not have debaters' double strife.

In the hands of vicious men, a mob will do anything. But under good leaders it's quite a different story.

Our lives ... are but a little while, so let them run as sweetly as you can, and give no thought to grief from day to day. For time is not concerned to keep our hopes, but hurries on its business, and is gone.

Life is short; this being so, who would pursue great things and not bear with what is at hand? These are the ways of madmen and men of evil counsel, at least in my judgment.