A decent boldness ever meets with friends.

...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.

There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.

On these sands and in the clefts of the rocks, in the depths of the sea, in the creaking of the pines, you'll spy secret footprints and catch far-off voices from the homecoming celebration. This land still longs for Odysseus.

We cannot all hope to combine the pleasing qualities of good looks, brains, and eloquence.

Modesty is of no use to a beggar.