Unsung, the noblest deed will die.
Even success softens not the heart of the envious.
Sweet is war to those who know it not.
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.
There are many roads to happiness, if the gods assent.
I will not steep my speech in lies; the test of any man lies in action.