Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.

Only one in command: that's the way in the home And the way in the state when it must find Measures best for mankind.

Some men never find prosperity, For all their voyaging, While others find it with no voyaging.

Mobs in their emotions are much like children, subject to the same tantrums and fits of fury.

Know we how many tomorrows the gods intend for our todays.

All men know their children mean more than life.

Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes.