How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.
Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.
Two urns on Jove's high throne have ever stood, the source of evil one, and one of good; from thence the cup of mortal man he fills, blessings to these, to those distributes ills; to most he mingles both.
I won't lie to you, fatherhood isn't easy like motherhood.
I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.