Slowly but surely withal moveth the might of the gods.
Gods should not resemble men in their anger!
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.
Happy the man who from the sea escapes the storm and finds harbor.
Mankind . . . possesses two supreme blessings. First of these is the goddess Demeter, or Earth whichever name you choose to call her by. It was she who gave to man his nourishment of grain. But after her there came the son of Semele, who matched her present by inventing liquid wine as his gift to man. For filled with that good gift, suffering mankind forgets its grief; from it comes sleep; with it oblivion of the troubles of the day. There is no other medicine for misery.
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.
He who best enjoys each passing day is truly blest.
It is slow to stir, but nonetheless it never fails, the strength of gods; and it brings to correction those of men who honor foolishness and fail to foster things divine in the madness of their judgment.
Cleverness is not wisdom.
It is wise to withhold one's heart and mind from men who think themselves superior.
Do not mistake for wisdom that opinion which may rise from a sick mind.
Even amid bacchic celebrations, the woman who is truly virtuous will not be corrupted.
It’s a wise man’s part to practice a smooth-tempered self-control.
O blessed he who in happiness, knowing the rituals of the gods, makes holy his way of life.
Whatever the multitude, the ordinary people, take as normal and practice, this would I accept.
When a wise man chooses a sane basis for his arguments, it is no great task to speak well.