Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.
The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.
Light is the task where many share the toil.
A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.
Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend.
