The divine power moves with difficulty, but at the same time surely.
Poverty possesses this disease; through want it teaches a man evil.
Delusive hope still points to distant good.
My hands are clean, but my heart has somewhat of impurity.
Silence and chaste reserve is woman’s genuine praise, and to remain quiet within the house.
Oh, trebly blest the placid lot of those whose hearth foundations are in pure love laid, where husband’s breast with tempered ardor glows, and wife, oft mother, is in heart a maid!
To a father waxing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter; sons have spirits of a higher pitch, but less inclined to endearing fondness.
Happy is it to place a daughter; yet it pains a father’s heart when he delivers to another’s house a child, the object of his tender care.
And wealth abides not, it is but for a day.
If we could be twice young and twice old we could correct all our mistakes.
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?