I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.

Many shining actions owe their success to chance, though the general or statesman receive the applause.

Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.

What greater glory attends a man than what he wins with his racing feet and his striving hands?

Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.

Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.

Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.