The man whom heaven helps has friends enough.

You were a stranger to sorrow: therefore Fate has cursed you.

That glittering hope is immemorial and beckons many men to their undoing.

If we could be twice young and twice old we could correct all our mistakes.

This is slavery, not to speak one's thought.

Let my heart be wise. It is the gods' best gift.

The brave endure their labors, the cowardly are worth the cowards nothing at all.