I beseech you to treasure up in your hearts these my parting words: Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.

He who has made it a practice to lie and deceive his father, will be the most daring in deceiving others.

No, but you're wrong now, and always will be.

Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath, and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.

Poverty urges us to do and suffer anything that we may escape from it, and so leads us away from virtue.

The gods have given you wealth and the means of enjoying it.

My age, my inclinations, are no longer what they were.