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

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.

Time is the turning over of days, works change for better or worse.

Natural ability is by far the best, but many men have succeeded in winning high renown by skill that is the fruit of teaching.

Men are the dreams of a shadow.

Finding that the middle condition of life is by far the happiest, I look with little favor upon that of princes.

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.