For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.
To be loved, you have to be nice to people, everyday. But to be hated, you don't have to do squat!
Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.
The long historian of my country's woes.
It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.
The minds of the everlasting gods are not changed suddenly.