The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.

One rogue leads another.

Young men's minds are always changeable, but when an old man is concerned in a matter, he looks both before and after.

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

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.

My life is more to me than all the wealth of Ilius

The fates have given mankind a patient soul.