The race of gods and men is one, and from one mother we both draw our breath. Yet all the difference in our power holds us apart, so that man is nothing, but the brazen floor of heaven is eternally unshakable.
The noblest of the elements is water
There are many roads to happiness, if the gods assent.
War is sweet to them that know it not.
To be envied is a nobler fate than to be pitied.
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.