Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.

Thou shalt not horn in on thy husbands racket

I would rather be tied to the soil as a serf... than be king of all these dead and destroyed.

Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one.

Be both a speaker of words and a doer of deeds.

The windy satisfaction of the tongue.

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.