I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend’s prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief.
Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.
Arm yourself, my heart: the thing that you must do is fearful, yet inevitable.
That mortal is a fool who, prospering, thinks his life has any strong foundation; since our fortune’s course of action is the reeling way a madman takes, and no one person is ever happy all the time.
Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.
Every man is like the company he wont to keep.
God helps him who strives hard.
It is a good thing to be rich and strong, but it is a better thing to be loved.
The God knows when to smile.
Soon all of you immortals Will be as dead as we are! Come on then, what are you waiting for? Have you run out of thunderbolts?
In case of dissension, never dare to judge till you’ve heard the other side.
There is something in the pang of change more than the heart can bear, unhappiness remembering happiness.
Youth holds no society with grief.
Time will explain it all. He is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks.
He who believes needs no explanation.
I know indeed what evil I intend to do, but stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury, fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils.
Pay special attention to their agony so I might take some pleasure.
Who then will dare to say I’m weak or timid? No, they’ll say I’m loyal as a friend, ruthless as a foe, so much like a hero destined for glory.
There is one thing alone that stands the brunt of life throughout its course; a quiet conscience.
When one with honeyed words but evil mind Persuades the mob, great woes befall the state.