Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.
The gods have given you wealth and the means of enjoying it.
Nothing's beautiful from every point of view.
And Tragedy should blush as much to stoop To the low mimic follies of a farce, As a grave matron would to dance with girls.
It is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor. Live bravely and present a brave front to adversity
It was a wine jar when the molding began: as the wheel runs round why does it turn out a water pitcher?