There is nothing like despair to make one throw oneself upon the gods.
It is better to learn war early from friends, than late from enemies.
By her shining and her power he knew her.
Love is a boaster at heart, who cannot hide the stolen horse without giving a glimpse of the bridle.
The perpetual stream of human nature is formed into ever-changing shallows, eddies, falls and pools by the land over which it passes. Perhaps the only real value of history lies in considering this endlessly varied play between the essence and the accidents.
It is better to believe in men too rashly, and regret, than believe too meanly. Men could be more than they are, if they would try for it. He has shown them that.