I was not born to share the hate, but love.

For the gods, though slow to see, see well, whenever a man casting aside worship turns folly.

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

To revive sorrow is cruel.

A man who takes pleasure in speaking continuously fools himself in thinking he is not unpleasant to those around him.

The man from whom the joys of life have departed is living no more, but should be counted with the dead.

Not to be born surpasses thought and speech. The second best is to have seen the light and then go back quickly whence we came