To our own sorrows serious heed we give, But for another?s we soon cease to grieve.
One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.
Skills vary with the man. We must tread a straight path and strive by that which is born in us.
When men succeed, even their neighbors think them wise.
Men are the dreams of a shadow.
A graceful and honorable old age is the childhood of immortality.