Delusive hope still points to distant good.

Pray the gods do not envy your happiness!

A wise man in his house should find a wife gentle and courteous, or no wife at all.

He is life's liberating force. He is release of limbs and communion through dance. He is laughter, and music in flutes. He is repose from all cares -- he is sleep! When his blood bursts from the grape and flows across tables laid in his honor to fuse with our blood, he gently, gradually, wraps us in shadows of ivy-cool sleep.

Out of some little thing, too free a tongue can make an outrageous wrangle.

Nothing's as good as holding on to safety.

To the worker, God himself lends aid.