Be thou good thyself, and let people speak evil of thee; it is better than to be wicked, and that they should consider thee as good.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.
Joy and sorrow, beauty and deformity, equally pass away.
Ants, fighting together, will vanquish the lion.
You who feel no pain at the suffering of others It is not fitting for you to be called human.