Each man delights in the work that suits him best.

What greater glory attends a man than what he wins with his racing feet and his striving hands?

Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on

The natural thing, my lord, men and women joined.

All deaths are hateful to miserable mortals, but the most pitiable death of all is to starve.

For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.

Aries in his many fits knows no favorites.