Strike at a great man, and you will not miss.

Rather fail with honor than succeed by fraud.

Reverence does not die with mortals, nor does it perish whether they live or die.

Best of children, sisters arm-in-arm, we must bear what the gods give us to bear-- don't fire up your hearts with so much grief. No reason to blame the pass you've come to now.

The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.

When people fall in deep distress, their native sense departs.

Do not grieve yourself too much for those you hate, nor yet forget them utterly.