Now I see that going out into the testing ground of men it is the tongue and not the deed that wins the day.

Of no mortal say, 'That man is happy,' till vexed by no grievous ill he pass Life's goal.

To be doing good deeds is man's most glorious task.

Having advanced to the limit of boldness, child, you have stumbled against the lofty pedestal of Justice.

None love the messenger who brings bad news.

True, as unwisdom is the worst of ills

The gods love those of ordered soul.