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Love Is All We Have, The Only Way That Each Can Help The Other.

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Lucky That Man Whose Children Make His Happiness In Life And Not His Grief, The Anguished Disappointment Of His Hopes.

A Woman Should Be Good For Everything At Home, But Abroad Good For Nothing.

Anger Exceeding Limits Causes Fear And Excessive Kindness Eliminates Respect.

High Honors Are Sweet To A Man's Heart, But Ever They Stand Close To The Brink Of Grief.

When Cheated, Wife Or Husband Feels The Same.

He Was A Wise Man Who Originated The Idea Of God.

Too Much Zeal Offends Where Indirection Works.

The Wisest Men Follow Their Own Direction.

A Slave Is He Who Cannot Speak His Thoughts.

O Lady, Nobility Is Thine, And Thy Form Is The Reflection Of Thy Nature!

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

Good And Bad May Not Be Dissevered; There Is, As There Should Be, A Commingling.

There Is No Evil As Terrible As A Woman.

Life Is Short, Yet Sweet.

Leave No Stone Unturned.

Do Not Consider Painful What Is Good For You.

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

Numbers Are A Fearful Thing.

The Best And Safest Thing Is To Keep A Balance In Your Life, Acknowledge The Great Powers Around Us And In Us. If You Can Do That, And Live That Way, You Are Really A Wise Man.

Common Sense Is The Best Prophet.

Hate Is A Bottomless Cup; I Will Pour And Pour

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.

This Is Slavery, Not To Speak One's Thought.

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

Second Thoughts

No One Is Happy All His Life Long.

I Have Found Power In The Mysteries Of Thought.

Arm Yourself, My Heart: The Thing That You Must Do Is Fearful, Yet Inevitable.

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

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.

The Wavering Mind Is But A Base Possession.

A Wretched Child Is He Who Does Not Return His Parents' Care.

Keep Alive The Light Of Justice, And Much That Men Say In Blame Will Pass You By.

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

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

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

Ill-gotten Wealth Is Never Stable.

The Brave Venture Anything.

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.

What Greater Pain Could Mortals Have Than This: To See Their Children Dead Before Their Eyes?

Alas!-but Why Alas? It Is The Lot Of Mortality We Experience.

Slight Not What's Near Through Aiming At What's Far.

Every Man Is Like The Company He Wont To Keep.

All Men Know Their Children Mean More Than Life.

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

We Pay A High Price For Intelligence. Wisdom Hurts.

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

Flipping A Coin

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

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

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

Prosperity Is Full Of Friends.

Wine Enlivens The Human Soul.

Song Brings Of Itself A Cheerfulness That Wakes The Heart Of Joy.

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

Some Men Never Find Prosperity, For All Their Voyaging, While Others Find It With No Voyaging.

The Stillest Tongue Can Be The Truest Friend.

I Have Found Nothing Stronger Than Necessity.

No Man On Earth Is Truly Free, All Are Slaves Of Money Or Necessity. Public Opinion Or Fear Of Prosecution Forces Each One, Against His Conscience, To Conform.

There Is The Sky, Which Is All Men's Together.

The Best Of Seers Is He Who Guesses Well.

Learned We May Be With Another Man's Learning: We Can Only Be Wise With Wisdom Of Our Own: [i Hate A Sage Who Is Not Wise For Himself]

God Hates Violence. He Has Ordained That All Men Fairly Possess Their Property, Not Seize It.

The Meanest Life Is Better Than The Most Glorious Death.

Time Will Cure You, But Now Is Your Grief Still Young.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

Your Worst Enemy Becomes Your Best Friend, Once He's Underground.

Your Best Friend

I Have Found Power In The Mysteries Of Thought, Exaltation In The Changing Of The Muses; I Have Been Versed In The Reasonings Of Men; But Fate Is Stronger Than Anything I Have Known.

Human Excellence Means Nothing Unless It Works With The Consent Of God.

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

The Unrighteous Are Never Really Fortunate.

Cleverness Is Not Wisdom.

There Is No Benefit In The Gifts Of A Bad Man.

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

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

Delusive Hope Still Points To Distant Good.

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.

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

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

Reason Can Wrestle And Overthrow Terror.

Today's Today. Tomorrow We May Be Ourselves Gone Down The Drain Of Eternity.

Character Is "a Stamp Of Good Repute On A Person."

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

Experience, Travel - These Are An Education In Themselves.

Inspirational Life

Chance Fights Ever On The Side Of The Prudent.

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

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

Friendship Doubles Your Joys, And Divides Your Sorrows.

It Is Said That Gifts Persuade Even The Gods.

A Change Is Always Nice.

Try First Thyself, And After Call In God; For To The Worker God Himself Lends Aid.

It Is Wise To Withhold One's Heart And Mind From Men Who Think Themselves Superior.

Everyone Asks If A Man Is Rich, No One If He Is Good.

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish.

Judge A Tree From Its Fruit, Not From Its Leaves.

The Man Who Knows When Not To Act Is Wise. To My Mind Bravery If Forethought.

Time Will Bring Healing.

He Is Not A Lover Who Does Not Love Forever.

Happy The Man Whose Lot It Is To Know The Secrets Of The Earth. He Hastens Not To Work His Fellows Hurt By Unjust Deeds, But With Rapt Admiration Contemplates Immortal Nature's Ageless Harmony, And How And When The Order Came To Be.

Only A Madman Would Give Good For Evil

A Sharp-tempered Woman, Or, For That Matter, A Man, Is Easier To Deal With Than The Clever Type Who Holds Her Tongue.

There Is As Much Confusion In The World Of The Gods As In Ours.

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.

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

Our Lives ... Are But A Little While, So Let Them Run As Sweetly As You Can, And Give No Thought To Grief From Day To Day. For Time Is Not Concerned To Keep Our Hopes, But Hurries On Its Business, And Is Gone.

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

Who Knows But Life Be That Which Men Call Death, And Death What Men Call Life?

The New-come Stepmother Hates The Children Born To A First Wife.

A Bad Ending Follows A Bad Beginning.

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.

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

Tell Me How Does It Feel With My Teeth In Your Heart!

Authority Is Never Without Hate.

Zeus Hates Busybodies And Those Who Do Too Much.

Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not Happy.

God In Heaven Has Dominion Over So Many Events. He Can Frustrate What Seems Inevitable, And Bring To Pass The Thing That You Least Expect.

Ignorance Of One's Misfortunes Is Clear Gain.

Light Be The Earth Upon You, Lightly Rest.

If One Must Do A Wrong, It's Best To Do It Pursuing Power-otherwise, Let's Have Virtue.

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

Courage Is The Gift Of Character

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

He Who Can Properly Summarize Many Ideas In A Brief Statement, Is A Wise Man.

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

None Can Hold Fortune Still And Make It Last.

Along With Success Comes A Reputation For Wisdom.

He Who Believes Needs No Explanation.

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!

A Woman Should Always Stand By A Woman.

Neither Earth Nor Ocean Produces A Creature As Savage And Monstrous As Woman.

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.

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts.

A Man Who Has Been In Danger, When He Comes Out Of It Forgets His Fears, And Sometimes He Forgets His Promises.

God Helps Him Who Strives Hard.

The Man That Isn't Jolly After Drinking Is Just A Drivelling Idiot, To My Thinking.

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

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

This Is What It Means To Be A Slave; To Be Abused And Bear It; Compelled By Violence To Suffer Wrong.

The Divine Power Moves With Difficulty, But At The Same Time Surely.

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

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

Do Not Mistake For Wisdom That Opinion Which May Rise From A Sick Mind.

The Gods Have Sent Medicines For The Venom Of Serpents, But There Is No Medicine For A Bad Woman. She Is More Noxious Than The Viper, Or Than Fire Itself.

I Envy That Man Who Passes Through Life Safely, To The World And Fame Unknown.

Let Mortal Man Keep To His Own Mortality, And Not Expect Too Much.

Those Whose Cause Is Just Will Never Lack Good Arguments.

When A Good Man Is Hurt, All Who Would Be Called Good Must Suffer With Him.

They Who Are Sad Find Somehow Sweetness In Tears.

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

Ares (the God Of War) Hates Those Who Hesitate.

Since We Are Mortal, Friendships Are Best Kept To A Moderate Level, Rather Than Sharing The Very Depths Of Our Souls.

It Is A Good Thing To Be Rich And Strong, But It Is A Better Thing To Be Loved.

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

The Man Is Happiest Who Lives From Day To Day And Asks No More, Garnering The Simple Goodness Of Life.

My Hands Are Clean, But My Heart Has Somewhat Of Impurity.

Blood Streams In Sacrifice; Yet Anguish Finds No Cure.

The God Knows When To Smile.

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

Greatness Brings No Profit To People. God Indeed, When In Anger, Brings Greater Ruin To Great Mens Houses.

Silence And Chaste Reserve Is Woman's Genuine Praise, And To Remain Quiet Within The House.

The Bold Are Helpless Without Cleverness.

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

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

Happy The Man Who From The Sea Escapes The Storm And Finds Harbor.

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

Whom The Gods Destroy, They First Make Mad.

Why Do We Make So Much Of Knowledge, Struggle So Hard To Get Some Little Skill Not Worth The Effort?

Youth Holds No Society With Grief.

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

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

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.

Wine Is A Terrible Foe, Hard To Wrestle With.

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.

You Were A Stranger To Sorrow: Therefore Fate Has Cursed You.

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.

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.

Friends Show Their Love In Times Of Trouble, Not In Happiness.

The Variety Of All Things Forms A Pleasure.

It's Folly That Women Measure Their Happiness With The Pleasures Of The Bed, But They Do. And When The Pleasure Cools Or Their Man Goes Missing, All They Once Lived For Turns Dark And Hateful.

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

The Wise With Hope Support The Pains Of Life.

It Was My Tongue That Swore; My Heart Is Unsworn.

Noble Fathers Have Noble Children.

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.

If All Men Saw The Fair And Wise The Same Men Would Not Have Debaters' Double Strife.

Much Effort, Much Prosperity.

Women Don't Like Violence, But When Their Husbands Desert Them, That Is Different.

In Goodness There Are All Kinds Of Wisdom.

To Have Found You Is A Dear Happiness; And To Be Apollo's Son Is Beyond All My Hopes; But There Is Something I Want To Say To You Alone. Come; This Is A Private Matter Between Us Two - Anything You Tell Me Shall Be As Secret As The Grave.

Some Wisdom You Must Learn From One Who's Wise

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

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

Toil, Says The Proverb, Is The Sire Of Fame.

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

There Is Just One Life For Each Of Us: Our Own.

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

'twas But My Tongue, 'twas Not My Soul That Swore.

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

Moderation, The Noblest Gift Of Heaven.

The Gift Of A Bad Man Can Bring No Good.

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.

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