There is no easy way from the earth to the stars.

Time hath often cured the wound which reason failed to heal.

Let not the enjoyment of pleasures now within your grasp, be carried to such excess as to incapacitate you from future repetition.

We haven't time to spare to hear whether it was between Italy and Sicily that he ran into a storm or somewhere outside the world we know-when every day we're running into our own storms, spiritual storms, and driven by vice into all the troubles that Ulysses ever knew.

The mind that is anxious about future events is miserable.

Something that can never be learnt too thoroughly can never be said too often.

Go on and increase in valor, O boy! this is the path to immortality.