A cunning fellow is man, inventive beyond all expectation, he reaches sometimes evil and sometimes good
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 sleep of a sick man has keen eyes. It is a sleep unsleeping.
For even bold natures flee, whenever they see Hades close to life.
No lie ever reaches old age.
It is not righteousness to outrage A brave man dead, not even though you hate him.