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.

It is wise to withhold one's heart and mind from men who think themselves superior.

Time will cure you, but now is your grief still young.

Who dares not speak his free thoughts is a slave.

The unrighteous are never really fortunate.

tell me how does it feel with my teeth in your heart!

Virtue proceeds through effort.