A just cause needs no interpreting. It carries its own case. But the unjust argument since it is sick, needs clever medicine.
Death is what men want when the anguish of living is more than they can bear.
Alas!-but why Alas? It is the lot of mortality we experience.
High honors are sweet To a man’s heart, but ever They stand close to the brink of grief.
Since we are mortal, friendships are best kept to a moderate level, rather than sharing the very depths of our souls.
Only one in command: that’s the way in the home And the way in the state when it must find Measures best for mankind.
Time will cure you, but now is your grief still young.
Good and bad may not be dissevered; There is, as there should be, a commingling.
It’s the wise man who stays home when he’s drunk.
A woman should always stand by a woman.
It makes little difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. It is but an empty glorification left for those who live.
Often a noble face hides filthy ways.
Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes.
An ally need not own the land he helps.
Oh, what a power is motherhood, possessing a potent spell. Love, Light, Blessings.
Of mortals there is no one who is happy. If wealth flows in upon one, one may be perhaps luckier than one’s neighbor, but still not happy.
Evil men by their own nature cannot ever prosper.
There is nothing like the sight of an old enemy down on his luck.
Many a maiden, With white feet dancing light as air, Made happy music through the gloom.
Venus, thy eternal sway All the race of men obey. Euripides, Iphigenia in Aulis. He is not a lover who does not love for ever.