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.

A young man is embarrassed to question an older one.

By their own follies they perished, the fools.

A boy without mischief is like a bowling ball without a liquid center.

And empty words are evil.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.