It is expedient that there should be gods, and, since it is expedient, let us believe that gods exist.
The brave find a home in every land.
Devouring Time and envious Age, all things yield to you; and with lingering death you destroy, step by step, with venomed tooth whatever you attack.
It is the poor man who'll ever count his flock.
Let the man who does not wish to be idle, fall in love.
The mightiest rivers lose their force when split up into several streams.