The eyes of the soul of the multitudes are unable to endure the vision of the divine.
The mere athlete becomes too much of a savage.
No one knows whether death may not be the greatest good that can happen to man.
Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand.
Better to complete a small task well, than to do much imperfectly.
To suffer the penalty of too much haste, which is too little speed.