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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.

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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.

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Talk Sense To A Fool And He Calls You Foolish.

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.

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

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

One Does Nothing Who Tries To Console A Despondent Person With Word. A Friend Is One Who Aids With Deeds At A Critical Time When Deeds Are Called For.

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

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.

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

If Your Life At Night Is Good, You Think You Have Everything.

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.

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish.

Account No Man Happy Till He Dies.

The Worst, The Least Curable Hatred Is That Which Has Superseded Deep Love.

He Is Not A Lover Who Does Not Love Forever.

The Meanest Life Is Better Than The Most Glorious Death.

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.

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

Those Whose Cause Is Just Will Never Lack Good Arguments.

Leave No Stone Untamed.

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

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

None Can Hold Fortune Still And Make It Last.

Ignorance Of One's Misfortunes Is Clear Gain.

I Love The Old Way Best, The Simple Way Of Poison, Where We Too Are Strong As Men.

The Best Prophet Is Common Sense, Our Native Wit.

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.

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

The Wife Should Yield In All Things To Her Lord

In Case Of Dissension, Never Dare To Judge Till You've Heard The Other Side.

A Slave Is He Who Cannot Speak His Thoughts.

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

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

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

Dead Men Have No Victory.

Fortune Truly Helps Those Who Are Of Good Judgment.

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.

In Goodness There Are All Kinds Of Wisdom.

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

Question Everything. Learn Something. Answer Nothing.

Questions And Answers

Answering Questions

Youth Holds No Society With Grief.

Wrath Brings Mortal Men Their Gravest Hurt.

Where There Is No Wine There Is No Love.

Bottles Of Wine

Do Not Consider Painful What Is Good For You.

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

Nothing Is Hopeless; We Must Hope For Everything.

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

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts To Friends, Or Lead A Sick Man Back To Health With Ease And Plenty. Else Small Aid Is Wealth For Daily Gladness; Once A Man Be Done With Hunger, Rich And Poor Are All As One.

O Virtue, I Have Followed You Through Life, And Find You At Last But A Shade.

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

The Man Who Melts With Social Sympathy, Though Not Allied, Is More Worth Than A Thousand Kinsmen.

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

This Is True Liberty, When Free-born Men, Having To Advise The Public, May Speak Free.

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.

Along With Success Comes A Reputation For Wisdom.

Cleverness Is Not Wisdom.

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

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

The Variety Of All Things Forms A Pleasure.

I Would Prefer As Friend A Good Man Ignorant Than One More Clever Who Is Evil Too.

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

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

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

Blood Streams In Sacrifice; Yet Anguish Finds No Cure.

Love Distills Desire Upon The Eyes, Love Brings Bewitching Grace Into The Heart.

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

The Bold Are Helpless Without Cleverness.

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 Gods Visit The Sins Of The Fathers Upon The Children.

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.

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

The Greatest Pleasure Of Life Is Love.

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

For With Slight Efforts How Should We Obtain Great Results? It Is Foolish Even To Desire It.

The Language Of Truth Is Simple.

Prepare Yourselves For The Roaring Voice Of The God Of Joy!

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

Death Is What Men Want When The Anguish Of Living Is More Than They Can Bear.

According To Success Do We Gain A Reputation For Judgement.

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

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

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

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.

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

The Wisest Men Follow Their Own Direction.

The Nobly Born Must Nobly Meet His Fate.

Sound Judgement, With Discernment Is The Best Of Seers

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.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

Hate Is A Bottomless Cup; I Will Pour And Pour

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

How Sweet To Remember The Trouble That Is Past.

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.

To A Father Growing Old Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter.

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

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

It Would Not Be Better If Men Got What They Wanted.

Lucky Is The Man Who Has Been Successful With His Children And Not Got Ones Who Are Notorious Disasters.

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

Woman Is Woman's Natural Ally.

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

Who Cannot Open An Honest Mind No Friend Will He Be Of Mine.

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

Ill-gotten Wealth Is Never Stable.

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.

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

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

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

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

When A Man's Stomach Is Full It Makes No Difference Whether He Is Rich Or Poor.

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

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.

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

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

Delusive Hope Still Points To Distant Good.

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

I Think That Fortune Watcheth O'er Our Lives, Surer Than We. But Well Said: He Who Strives Will Find His Goals Strive For Him Equally.

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

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

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

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

Life Is Short, Yet Sweet.

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.

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

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

A Rare Spoil For A Man Is The Winning Of A Good Wife; Very Plentiful Are The Worthless Women.

Remember This! No Amount Of Bacchic Reveling Can Corrupt An Honest Woman.

Few Have Greater Riches Than The Joy That Comes To Us In Visions, In Dreams Which Nobody Can Take Away.

If The Gods Do Evil Then They Are Not Gods.

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

Too Much Zeal Offends Where Indirection Works.

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

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

It Is Said That Gifts Persuade Even The Gods.

In Misfortune, Which Friend Remains A Friend?

Mankind Led On By Gods Err All Too Easily.

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]

Friendship Doubles Your Joys, And Divides Your Sorrows.

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

An Ally Need Not Own The Land He Helps.

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 Power That Keeps Cities Of Men Together Is Noble Preservation Of Law.

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

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

Authority Is Never Without Hate.

The Lucky Person Passes For A Genius.

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

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

Had I Succeeded Well, I Had Been Reckoned Amongst The Wise; Our Minds Are So Disposed To Judge From The Event.

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

To Every Man, Even Though He Be A Slave, The Light Of Heaven Is Sweet.

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.

If We Could Be Twice Young And Twice Old We Could Correct All Our Mistakes.

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

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

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

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.

Mobs In Their Emotions Are Much Like Children, Subject To The Same Tantrums And Fits Of Fury.

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.

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

Dishonor Will Not Trouble Me, Once I Am Dead.

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?

Time Will Bring Healing.

New Faces Have More Authority Than Accustomed Ones.

Much Effort, Much Prosperity.

Wine Is A Terrible Foe, Hard To Wrestle With.

The Gifts Of Bad Men Bring No Good With Them.

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.

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

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

Gods Should Not Resemble Men In Their Anger!

Better A Serpent Than A Stepmother!

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

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

The Company Of Just And Righteous Men Is Better Than Wealth And A Rich Estate.

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

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

Old Age Is Not A Total Misery. Experience Helps.

The Same Man Cannot Well Be Skilled In Everything; Each Has His Special Excellence.

When Cheated, Wife Or Husband Feels The Same.

We Know The Good, We Apprehend It Clearly; But We Can't Bring It To Achievement.

Slow But Sure Moves The Might Of The Gods.

Necessity Is Harsh. Fate Has No Reprieve.

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

Enough Is Abundance To The Wise.

Oftener Than Not The Old Are Uncontrollable; Their Tempers Make Them Difficult To Deal With.

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

Zeus Hates Busybodies And Those Who Do Too Much.

All Men Know Their Children Mean More Than Life.

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

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

Power Gives No Purchase To The Hand, It Will Not Hold, Soon Perishes, And Greatness Goes.

Numbers Are A Fearful Thing.

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

Knowledge Is Not Wisdom: Cleverness Is Not, Not Without Awareness Of Our Death, Not Without Recalling Just How Brief Our Flare Is. He Who Overreaches Will, In His Overreaching, Lose What He Possesses, Betray What He Has Now. That Which Is Beyond Us, Which Is Greater Than The Human, The Unattainably Great, Is For The Mad, Or For Those Who Listen To The Mad, And Then Believe Them.

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

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

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.

He Who Believes Needs No Explanation.

The Care Of God For Us Is A Great Thing, If A Man Believe It At Heart: It Plucks The Burden Of Sorrow From Him.

Waste No Tears Over The Griefs Of Yesterday.

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