The gods confound the man who first found out How to distinguish hours! Confound him, too, Who in this place set up a sun-dial, To cut and hack my days so wretchedly Into small portions.
No man will be respected by others who is despised by his own relatives.
The man who masters his own soul will forever be called conqueror of conquerors.
He who bravely endures evils, in time reaps the reward.
I count him lost, who is lost to shame.
Flying without feathers is not easy: my wings have no feathers.