Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again, the budding wood grows more. And so with men: one generation grows, another dies away.

Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.

If you're gonna get mad at me every time I do something stupid, then I guess I'll just have to stop doing stupid things.

I don't know how much longer I can complain.

A man who has been through bitter experiences and travelled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time

The ugliest man was he who came to Troy; with squinting eyes and one distorted foot.

We cannot all hope to combine the pleasing qualities of good looks, brains, and eloquence.