An honor prudently declined often returns with increased luster.
This was the Athenians' war against the King of Macedon, a war of words. Words are the only weapons the Athenians have left.
All things will be clear and distinct to the man who does not hurry; haste is blind and improvident.
Toil and pleasure, dissimilar in nature, are nevertheless united by a certain natural bond.
Resistance to criminal rashness comes better late than never.
Nothing is so uncertain or unpredictable as the feelings of a crowd.