There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.

Fate is the same for the man who holds back, the same if he fights hard. We are all held in a single honor, the brave with the weaklings. A man dies still if he has done nothing, as the one who has done much.

Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.

Do not beg me by knees or by parents you dog! I only wish I were savagely wrathful enough to hack up your corpse and eat it raw

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

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

Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.