To be loved, you have to be nice to people, everyday. But to be hated, you don't have to do squat!

Nothing in the world is so incontinent as a man's accursed appetite.

No one can hurry me down to Hades before my time, but if a man's hour is come, be he brave or be he coward, there is no escape for him when he has once been born.

So, the gods don't hand out all their gifts at once, not build and brains and flowing speech to all. One man may fail to impress us with his looks but a god can crown his words with beauty, charm, and men look on with delight when he speaks out. Never faltering, filled with winning self-control, he shines forth at assembly grounds and people gaze at him like a god when he walks through the streets. Another man may look like a deathless one on high but there's not a bit of grace to crown his words. Just like you, my fine, handsome friend.

Sleep and Death, who are twin brothers.

A guest never forgets the host who has treated him kindly.

The tongue of man is a twisty thing.