If they think I'm going to stop at that stop sign, they're mistaken!

Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth.

A small rock holds back a great wave.

He knew the things that were and the things that would be and the things that had been before.

The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.

Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.

It is equally bad when one speeds on the guest unwilling to go, and when he holds back one who is hastening. Rather one should befriend the guest who is there, but speed him when he wishes.