If one but tell a thing well, it moves on with undying voice, and over the fruitful earth and across the sea goes the bright gleam of noble deeds ever unquenchable.

Even now I am full of hope, but the end lies in God.

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

O my soul, do not aspire to immortal life, but exhaust the limits of the possible.

Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?

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.

Learn what you are and be such.