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.

One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.

Natural ability is by far the best, but many men have succeeded in winning high renown by skill that is the fruit of teaching.

Skills vary with the man. We must tread a straight path and strive by that which is born in us.

For lawless joys a bitter ending waits.

Whatever is beautiful is beautiful by necessity

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