For now indeed is the race of iron; and men never cease from labour and sorrow by day and from perishing by night.
If you add a little to a little and do this often, soon the little will become great.
They are fools who do not know how much the half exceeds the whole.
A day is sometimes our mother, sometimes our stepmother.
Do not let a flattering woman coax and wheedle you and deceive you; she is after your barn.
In front of excellence, the immortal gods have put sweat, and long and steep is the way to it.