It has been hard, I know, my daughters, but one word alone wipes out all of the hardships: love.
There is some pleasure even in words, when they bring forgetfulness of present miseries.
No wound is worse than counterfeited love.
There is no greater evil for men than the constraint of fortune.
Bear up, my child, bear up; Zeus who oversees and directs all things is still mighty in heaven.
The strongest iron, hardened in the fire, most often ends in scraps and shatterings.
The sleep of a sick man has keen eyes. It is a sleep unsleeping.
Let a man nobly live or nobly die.
Many the wonders but nothing walks stranger than man.
You cannot know a man’s life before the man has died, then only can you call it good or bad.
There are times when even justice brings harm with it.
If they are just, they are better than clever.
A man who deals in fairness with his own, he can make manifest justice in the state.
An enemy’s gift is ruinous and no gift.
What men have seen they know; But what shall come hereafter No man before the event can see, Nor what end waits for him.
I cannot love a friend whose love is words.
Look how men live, always precariously balanced between good and bad fortune.
It is always fair sailing, when you escape evil.
If men live decently it is because discipline saves their very lives for them.
Troubles hurt the most when they prove self-inflicted.