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.
Surely again, to heal men's wounds by music's spell.
Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes.
Among mortals second thoughts are wisest.
Vengeance comes not slowly either upon you or any other wicked man, but steals silently and imperceptibly, placing its foot on the bad.
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.
What anger worse or slower to abate then lovers love when it turns to hate.
Song brings of itself a cheerfulness that wakes the heart of joy.
Light be the earth upon you, lightly rest.
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.
The worst, the least curable hatred is that which has superseded deep love.
The variety of all things forms a pleasure.
Hate is a bottomless cup; I will pour and pour
Reason can wrestle and overthrow terror.
A coward turns away, but a brave man's choice is danger.
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.
Sanity brings pain but madness is a vile thing.
Circumstances rule men and not men rule circumstances.
Youth holds no society with grief.
There is in the worst of fortune the best of chances for a happy change.
For the good, when praised, feel something of disgust, if to excess commended.
Ten thousand men possess ten thousand hopes.
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.
A bad ending follows a bad beginning.
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.
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