A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.

The hearts of the great can be changed.

Zeus does not bring all men's plans to fulfillment.

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.

There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.

You never know when an old calendar might come in handy! Sure, it's not 1985 right now, but who knows what tomorrow will bring?

Not vain the weakest, if their force unite.