Creatures of a day, what is any one? What is he not? Man is but a dream of a shadow. Yet when there comes as a gift of heaven a gleam of sunshine, there rest upon men a radiant light and, aye, a gentle life.

War is sweet to them that know it not.

Water is the best of all things.

There are many roads to happiness, if the gods assent.

If one but tell a thing well, it moves on with undying voice, and over the fruitful earth and across the sea goes the bright gleam of noble deeds ever unquenchable.

Words have a longer life than deeds.

Unsung, the noblest deed will die.