Mother of the Sun, Theia of many names, for your sake men honor gold as more powerful than anything else; and through the value you bestow on them, o queen, ships contending on the sea and yoked teams of horses in swift-whirling contests become marvels.

Great deeds give choice of many tales. Choose a slight tale, enrich it large, and then let wise men listen

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

The days that are still to come are the wisest witnesses.

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

The present will not long endure.

Envy, the attendant of the empty mind.