And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.

Once harm has been done, even a fool understands it.

She threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills

And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself-more birds than women flocking round his body!

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

To have a great man for an intimate friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it; those who have, fear it.

All men have need of the gods.