Each say following another, either hastening or putting off our death--what pleasure does it bring? I count that man worthless whois cheered by empty hopes. No, a noble man must either live or die well.

What greater ornament to a son than a father's glory, or to a father than a son's honorable conduct?

How terrible is wisdom, when it brings no profit to the man that's wise

Rather throw away that which is dearest to you, your own life, than turn away a good friend.

But this is a true saying among men: the gifts of enemies are no gifts and profitless.

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.

The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.