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The Variety Of All Things Forms A Pleasure.

Those Who Have Not, And Live In Want, Are A Menace, Ridden With Envy And Fooled By Demagogues.

Leave No Stone Untamed.

Pay Special Attention To Their Agony So I Might Take Some Pleasure.

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.

Cleverness Is Not Wisdom. And Not To Think Mortal Thoughts Is To See Few Days.

When Someone Isn't Seen For A Long Time, Well, Folk Soon Begin To Imagine The Worst.

Danger Gleams Like Sunshine To A Brave Man's Eyes.

Give A Wise Man An Honest Brief To Plead And His Eloquence Is No Remarkable Achievement.

And Wealth Abides Not, It Is But For A Day.

There Is Nothing More Hostile To A City That A Tyrant, Under Whom In The First And Chiefest Place, There Are Not Laws In Common, But One Man, Keeping The Law Himself To Himself, Has The Sway, And This Is No Longer Equal.

Courage May Be Taught As A Child Us Taught To Speak.

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.

Know We How Many Tomorrows The Gods Intend For Our Todays.

What Anger Worse Or Slower To Abate Then Lovers Love When It Turns To Hate.

A Wise Fellow Who Is Also Worthless Always Charms The Rabble.

Short Is The Joy That Guilty Pleasure Brings.

Those Whom God Wishes To Destroy, He First Makes Mad.

Circumstances Rule Men And Not Men Rule Circumstances.

Wine Is A Terrible Foe, Hard To Wrestle With.

The Nobly Born Must Nobly Meet His Fate.

That Glittering Hope Is Immemorial And Beckons Many Men To Their Undoing.

Youth Holds No Society With Grief.

Dishonor Will Not Trouble Me, Once I Am Dead.

Both To The Rich And Poor, Wine Is The Happy Antidote For Sorrow.

There Seems To Be Some Pleasure For Women In Sick Talk Of One Another.

Life Has No Blessing Like A Prudent Friend.

Let My Heart Be Wise. It Is The Gods' Best Gift.

Rightness Of Judgment Is Bitterness To The Heart.

I Would Rather Die On My Feet Than Live On My Knees.

Do We, Holding That The Gods Exist, Deceive Ourselves With Insubstantial Dreams And Lies, While Random Careless Chance And Change Alone Control The World?

How Base A Thing It Is When A Man Will Struggle With Necessity! We Have To Die.

I Have Found Nothing Stronger Than Necessity.

Numbers Are A Fearful Thing.

What Good Can Come From Meeting Death With Tears? If A Man Is Sorry For Himself, He Doubles Death.

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.

In Every Work A Reward Added Makes The Pleasure Twice As Great.

Men Hate The Haughty Of Heart Who Will Not Be The Friend Of Every Man.

Again, A Smooth Answer, Signifying Nothing.

Moderation, The Noblest Gift Of Heaven.

The Ways Of The Gods Are Long, But In The End They Are Not Without Strength.

But Learn That To Die Is A Debt We Must All Pay.

Time Cancels Young Pain.

Whom The Gods Destroy, They First Make Mad.

Many A Maiden, With White Feet Glancing Light As Air, Made Happy Music Through The Gloom.

Vengeance Comes Not Slowly Either Upon You Or Any Other Wicked Man, But Steals Silently And Imperceptibly, Placing Its Foot On The Bad.

The Bold Are Helpless Without Cleverness.

Young Man, Two Are The Forces Most Precious To Mankind. The First Is Demeter, The Goddess. She Is The Earth -- Or Any Name You Wish To Call Her -- And She Sustains Humanity With Solid Food. Next Came Dionysus, The Son Of The Virgin, Bringing The Counterpart To Bread: Wine And The Blessings Of Life's Flowing Juices. His Blood, The Blood Of The Grape, Lightens The Burden Of Our Mortal Misery. Though Himself A God, It Is His Blood We Pour Out To Offer Thanks To The Gods. And Through Him, We Are Blessed.

Time Will Discover Everything To Posterity; It Is A Babbler, And Speaks Even When No Question Is Put.

Mankind Led On By Gods Err All Too Easily.

If Your Life At Night Is Good, You Think You Have Everything; But, If In That Quarter Things Go Wrong, You Will Consider Your Best And Truest Interests Most Hateful.

The Day Is For Honest Men, The Night For Thieves.

To Persevere, Trusting In What Hopes He Has, Is Courage In A Man.

A Just Cause Needs No Interpreting. It Carries Its Own Case. But The Unjust Argument Since It Is Sick, Needs Clever Medicine.

To Die With Glory, If One Has To Die At All, Is Still, I Think, Pain For The Dier.

Authority Is Never Without Hate.

The Good And The Wise Lead Quiet Lives.

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm.

Time Will Explain It All. He Is A Talker, And Needs No Questioning Before He Speaks.

Who Knoweth If To Die Be But To Live, And That Called Life By Mortals Be But Death?

No One Can Confidently Say That He Will Still Be Living Tomorrow.

To A Father Waxing Old, Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter; Sons Have Spirits Of A Higher Pitch, But Less Inclined To Endearing Fondness.

In My Opinion, The Unjust Man Whose Tongue Is Full Of Glozing Rhetoric, Merits The Heaviest Punishment; Vaunting That He Can With His Tongue Gloze Over Injustice, He Dares To Act Wickedly, Yet He Is Not Over-wise.

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.

We Must Believe In The Gods No Longer If Injustice Is To Prevail Over Justice.

Anger Exceeding Limits Causes Fear And Excessive Kindness Eliminates Respect.

The Man Whom Heaven Helps Has Friends Enough.

We Must Take Care Of Our Minds Because We Cannot Benefit From Beauty When Our Brains Are Missing.

Bear Calamities With Meekness.

Happiness Is Brief. It Will Not Stay. God Batters At Its Sails.

A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To Revisit In Dreams The Dear Dad We Have Lost.

Waste Not Fresh Tears Over Old Griefs.

Our Ancestors... Purged Their Guilt By Banishment, Not Death. And By So Doing, They Stopped That Endless Vicious Cycle Of Murder And Revenge.

Fortune Always Will Confer An Aura Of Worth, Unworthily; And In This World The Lucky Person Passes For A Genius.

It Is Better That We Live Ever So Miserably Than Die In Glory.

A Bad Ending Follows A Bad Beginning.

Cowards Do Not Count In Battle; They Are There, But Not In It.

There Is Something In The Pang Of Change More Than The Heart Can Bear, Unhappiness Remembering Happiness.

For The Weariest Road That Man May Wend Is Forth Fromn The Home Of His Father.

There Is In The Worst Of Fortune The Best Of Chances For A Happy Change.

Sound Judgement, With Discernment Is The Best Of Seers

How Sweet To Remember The Trouble That Is Past.

Every Man Is Like The Company He Wont To Keep.

Better A Serpent Than A Stepmother!

Never Say That Marriage Has More Of Joy Than Pain.

The Fountains Of Sacred Rivers Flow Upwards (i.e., Everything Is Turned Topsy Turvy).

Ignorance Of One's Misfortunes Is Clear Gain.

Wealth Stays With Us A Little Moment If At All: Only Our Characters Are Steadfast, Not Our Gold.

The Man Who Sticks It Out Against His Fate Shows Spirit, But The Spirit Of A Fool.

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?

There Is No Harbor Of Peace From The Changing Waves Of Joy And Despair.

The First Requisite To Happiness Is That A Man Be Born In A Famous City.

The Mob Gets Out Of Hand, Runs Wild, Worse Than Raging Fire, While The Man Who Stands Apart Is Called A Coward.

According To Success Do We Gain A Reputation For Judgement.

Old Men's Prayers For Death Are Lying Prayers, In Which They Abuse Old Age And Long Extent Of Life. But When Death Draws Near, Not One Is Willing To Die, And Age No Longer Is A Burden To Them.

To The Fool, He Who Speaks Wisdom Will Sound Foolish.

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

In The Hands Of Vicious Men, A Mob Will Do Anything. But Under Good Leaders It's Quite A Different Story.

The Life Of Men Is Painful.

Enjoy Yourself, Drink, Call The Life You Live Today Your Own; But Only That, The Rest Belongs To Chance.

In This World Second Thoughts, It Seems, Are Best.

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The Best Prophet Is Common Sense, Our Native Wit.

When A Wise Man Chooses A Sane Basis For His Arguments, It Is No Great Task To Speak Well.

Nothing's As Good As Holding On To Safety.

The Meanest Life Is Better Than The Most Glorious Death.

If A Man Rejoice Not In His Drinking, He Is Mad; For In Drinking It's Possible ... To Fondle Breasts, And To Caress Well Tended Locks, And There Is Dancing Withal, And Oblivion Of Woe.

The Greatest Pleasure Of Life Is Love.

The Lucky Person Passes For A Genius.

Wrath Brings Mortal Men Their Gravest Hurt.

Zeus Hates Busybodies And Those Who Do Too Much.

Down On Your Knees, And Thank Heaven, Fasting, For A Good Man's Love.

Surely Again, To Heal Men's Wounds By Music's Spell.

Silver And Gold Are Not The Only Coin; Virtue Too Passes Current All Over The World.

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All Men Know Their Children Mean More Than Life. If Childless People Sneer- Well, They've Less Sorrow. But What Lonesome Luck!

You Will Not Achieve Happiness If You Don't Work Hard; And It's A Shame Not To Want To Work Hard.

There Is Desire In Those Who Love To Hear About Their Loved Ones' Pains.

Oh, What A Power Is Motherhood, Possessing A Potent Spell. Love, Light, Blessings

There Is No Worse Evil Than A Bad Woman; And Nothing Has Ever Been Produced Better Than A Good One.

When Love Is In Excess, It Brings A Man No Honor, No Worthiness.

Since Luck's A Nine Days' Wonder, Wait Their End.

This Is Sweet To See Your Foe, Perish And Pay To Justice All He Owes.

The Language Of Truth Is Simple.

Of All Things Upon Earth That Bleed And Grow, A Herb Most Bruised Is Woman.

An Ally Need Not Own The Land He Helps.

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.

We Look For Good On Earth And Cannot Recognize It When Met.

It's The Wise Man Who Stays Home When He's Drunk.

The Brave Endure Their Labors, The Cowardly Are Worth The Cowards Nothing At All.

Men Honor Property Above All Else; It Has The Greatest Power In Human Life.

There Is No Bitterness To Be Compared With That Between Two People Who Once Loved.

It Is In Adversity That The Good Show Their Friendship Most Clearly; Prosperity Always Finds Friends.

Do Not Grieve So Much For A Husband Lost That It Wastes Away Your Life.

They Who Are Sad Find Somehow Sweetness In Tears.

In Adverse Hours The Friendship Of The Good Shines Most; Each Prosperous Day Commands Its Friends.

Reason Can Wrestle And Overthrow Terror.

Out Of Some Little Thing, Too Free A Tongue Can Make An Outrageous Wrangle.

If There Are None [gods], All Our Toil Is Without Meaning.

I Think It Makes Small Difference To The Dead, If They Are Buried In The Tokens Of Luxury. All That Is An Empty Glorification Left For Those Who Live.

Events Will Take Their Course, It Is No Good Of Being Angry At Them; He Is Happiest Who Wisely Turns Them To The Best Account.

It Is The Wise Man's Part To Leave In Darkness Everything That Is Ugly.

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm; Great Good Fortune Comes To Failure In The End. All Is Change; All Yields Its Place And Goes; To Persevere, Trusting In What Hopes He Has, Is Courage In A Man. The Coward Despairs.

Ten Soldiers Wisely Led Will Beat A Hundred Without A Head.

Funny Leadership

Life Is Short; This Being So, Who Would Pursue Great Things And Not Bear With What Is At Hand? These Are The Ways Of Madmen And Men Of Evil Counsel, At Least In My Judgment.

What Else Goes Wrong For A Woman-except Her Marriage?

Doth Some One Say That There Be Gods Above? There Are Not; No, There Are Not. Let No Fool, Led By The Old False Fable, Thus Deceive You. Look At The Facts Themselves, Yielding My Words, No Undue Credence: For I Say That Kings Kill, Rob, Break Oaths, Lay Cities Waste By Fraud, And Doing Thus Are Happier Than Those, Who Live Calm Pious Lives Day After Day. All Divinity Is Built-up From Our Good And Evil Luck.

When Cheated, Wife Or Husband Feels The Same.

Oh, What A Vileness Human Beauty Is; Corroding, Corrupting Everything It Touches.

Whoso Neglects Learning In His Youth, Loses The Past And Is Dead For The Future.

Question Everything. Learn Something. Answer Nothing.

Questions And Answers

Answering Questions

There Is No Evil As Terrible As A Woman.

Ten Thousand Men Possess Ten Thousand Hopes.

The Wife Should Yield In All Things To Her Lord

When One With Honeyed Words But Evil Mind Persuades The Mob, Great Woes Befall The State.

How Dark Are All The Ways Of God To Man!

It Is A Strange Form Of Anger, Difficult To Cure, When Two Friends Turn Upon Each Other In Hatred.

Those Who Look For Filth, Can Find It At The Height Of Noon.

The Wavering Mind Is But A Base Possession.

Sufficiency's Enough For Men Of Sense.

To The Ignorant, Even The Words Of Wise Seem Foolishness.

Common Sense Is The Best Prophet.

Whoever Yields Properly To Fate, Is Deemed Wise Among Men, And Knows The Laws Of Heaven.

Do Not Mistake The Rule Of Force For True Power. Men Are Not Shaped By Force.

When Two Souls Compose A Single Song, The Muse Fans Livid Wrath Before Long.

Love Must Not Touch The Marrow Of The Soul. Our Affections Must Be Breakable Chains That We Can Cast Them Off Or Tighten Them.

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.

No One Is Truly Free, They Are A Slave To Wealth, Fortune, The Law, Or Other People Restraining Them From Acting According To Their Will.

What Is God, What Is Not God, What Is Between Man And God, Who Shall Say?

For No Mortal Ever Attains To Blessedness. One May Be Luckier Than Another When Wealth Flows His Way, But Blessed Never.

Among Mortals Second Thoughts Are Wisest.

Second Thoughts

Nothing Is Hopeless; We Must Hope For Everything.

For The Good, When Praised, Feel Something Of Disgust, If To Excess Commended.

Courage Is The Gift Of Character

Do Not Consider Painful What Is Good For You.

Chance Fights Ever On The Side Of The Prudent.

The Gift Of A Bad Man Can Bring No Good.

Time Will Explain It All. Waste No Tears Over The Griefs Of Yesterday. One Loyal Friend Is Worth Ten Thousand Relatives. Love Is All We Have, The Only Way That Each Can Help The Other. Whoso Neglects Learning In His Youth, Loses The Past And Is Dead For The Future.

There Is Nothing Like The Sight Of An Old Enemy Down On His Luck.

The Little Done Doth Vanish To The Mind Which Forward Sees How Much Remains To Do.

Terrible Is The Force Of The Waves Of Sea, Terrible Is The Rush Of The River And The Blasts Of Hot Fire, And Terrible Are A Thousand Other Things; But None Is Such A Terrible Evil As Woman.

May He Die With No Joy At His End, The Man Who Won't Be Troubled To Unlock The Keys Of His Heart And Make A Friend.

My Tongue Swore, But My Mind Was Still Unpledged.

Humility, A Sense Of Reverence Before The Sons Of Heaven - Of All The Prizes That A Mortal Man Might Win, These, I Say, Are Wisest; These Are Best.

Sweet Is The Remembrance Of Troubles When You Are In Safety.

You Women Are All The Same, If Bed's All Right, You Think Everything Else Can Go To The Wind. But If There's Any Infringement Of Your Bed-rights, Then Fair Is Foul And All Hell's Let Loose.

Along With Success Comes A Reputation For Wisdom.

Pray The Gods Do Not Envy Your Happiness!

The Gods Visit The Sins Of The Fathers Upon The Children.

The Way Of God Is Complex, He Is Hard For Us To Predict. He Moves The Pieces And They Come Somehow Into A Kind Of Order.

Poverty Possesses This Disease; Through Want It Teaches A Man Evil.

It Is Said That Gifts Persuade Even The Gods.

Prosperity Is Full Of Friends.

Children Are Sweet As The Buds In Spring, But I've Noticed That Those Who Have Them Have Nothing But Trouble All Their Lives.

A Woman Should Always Stand By A Woman.

None Wise Dares Hopeless Venture.

The Brash Unbridled Tongue, The Lawless Folly Of Fools, Will End In Pain. But The Life Of Wise Content Is Blest With Quietness, Escapes The Storm And Keeps Its House Secure.

If God Is Truly God, He Is Perfect, Lacking Nothing.

Disaster Appears, To Crush One Man Now, But Afterward Another.

To An Old Father, Nothing Is More Sweet Than A Daughter. Boys Are More Spirited, But Their Ways Are Not So Tender.

Those Who Are Held Wise Among Men And Who Search The Reasons Of Things, Are Those Who Bring The Most Sorrow On Themselves.

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