That low vice, curiosity!

What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.

The Niobe of nations! there she stands.

I see before me the gladiator lie.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?

Good but rarely came from good advice.