To our own sorrows serious heed we give, But for another?s we soon cease to grieve.

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.

Envy, the attendant of the empty mind.

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.

War is sweet to them that know it not.

A graceful and honorable old age is the childhood of immortality.

The noblest of the elements is water