What greater ornament to a son than a father's glory, or to a father than a son's honorable conduct?
It made our hair stand up in panic fear.
The Most beautiful human deed, is to be useful to others.
Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.
Even a poor man can receive honors.
For most men friendship is a faithless harbor.