* Pindar, a Thebian Greek wrote (circa 350 B.C.E.) War is sweet to those who have no experience of it. But the experienced man trembles exceedingly in his heart at its approach.
Creatures of a day. What is someone? What is no one? Man is the dream of a shadow.
Creatures of a day, what is any one? What is he not? Man is but a dream of a shadow. Yet when there comes as a gift of heaven a gleam of sunshine, there rest upon men a radiant light and, aye, a gentle life.
Steer your boat with justice: forge A tongue on truth’s anvil.
There is a mortal breed most full of futility. In contempt of what is at hand they strain into the future hunting impossibilities on the wings of ineffectual hopes.
Even now I am full of hope but the end lies in God.
Time in the turning-over of days works change for better or worse.
Time in the turning-over of days works change for better or worse.
There is a mortal breed most full of futility. In contempt of what is at hand they strain into the future hunting impossibilities on the wings of ineffectual hopes.
Skills vary with the man. We must… strive by that which is born in us.
Success for the striver washes away the effort of striving.
Every gift which is given, even though it be small, is in reality great, if it is given with affection.
A graceful and honorable old age is the childhood of immortality.
Not every truth is the better for showing its face undisguised and often silence is the wisest thing for a man to heed.