Few sons are like their fathers - many are worse, few better.

Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.

Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.

The natural thing, my lord, men and women joined.

The internet wasn't created for mockery, it was supposed to help researchers at different universities share data sets. It was!

Light is the task where many share the toil.

It is equally wrong to speed a guest who does not want to go, and to keep one back who is eager. You ought to make welcome the present guest, and send forth the one who wishes to go.