Even wisdom has to yield to self-interest.

Whatever is beautiful is beautiful by necessity

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.

Every gift which is given, even though is be small, is in reality great, if it is given with affection

Sweet is war to those who know it not.

To be envied is a nobler fate than to be pitied.

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.