The man who acts the least, upbraids the most.
The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.
For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.
Beauty- it was a glorious gift of nature.
Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one.
If you serve too many masters, you'll soon suffer.