If a man rejoice not in his drinking, he is mad; for in drinking it's possible ... to fondle breasts, and to caress well tended locks, and there is dancing withal, and oblivion of woe.

Leave no stone unturned.

Do we, holding that the gods exist, deceive ourselves with insubstantial dreams and lies, while random careless chance and change alone control the world?

Mankind led on by gods err all too easily.

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

Neither earth nor ocean produces a creature as savage and monstrous as woman.

Try first thyself, and after call in God; For to the worker God himself lends aid.