Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.

Which would you rather be, a conqueror in the Olympic games, or the crier that proclaims who are conquerors?

If you serve too many masters, you'll soon suffer.

Boy, those Germans have a word for everything!

Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.

He knew how to say many false things that were like true sayings.

And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.