The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.

There is a strength in the even of very sorry men

The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.

The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.

Do thou restrain the haughty spirit in thy breast, for better far is gentle courtesy.

Suffering is but another name for the teaching of experience, which is the parent of instruction and the schoolmaster of life.

Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry off—all tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her arms… That’s how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.