Pure women are only those who have not been asked.
I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.
That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.
The prayers of cowards fortune spurns.
The time will come when you will hate the sight of a mirror.
When all the other animals, downcast looked upon the earth, he [Prometheus] gave a face raised on high to man, and commanded him to see the sky and raise his high eyes to the stars.