Love that is fed by jealousy dies hard.
That's one of the greatest curses ever inflicted on the human race, memory.
Our neighbour's crop is always more fruitful and his cattle produce more milk than our own.
It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.
Daring is not safe against daring men.
It is expedient that there should be gods, and, since it is expedient, let us believe that gods exist.