Among all men on the earth bards have a share of honor and reverence, because the muse has taught them songs and loves the race of bards.

All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.

All men have need of the gods.

A young man is embarrassed to question an older one.

A small rock holds back a great wave.

Zeus does not bring all men's plans to fulfillment.

Young men's minds are always changeable, but when an old man is concerned in a matter, he looks both before and after.

You will certainly not be able to take the lead in all things yourself, for to one man a god has given deeds of war, and to another the dance, to another lyre and song, and in...

Whoever obeys the gods, to him they particularly listen.

Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals: that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares; for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts...

There is a strength in the union even of very sorry men.

There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and love.

The single best augury is to fight for one's country.

The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.

The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.

The fates have given mankind a patient soul.

Once harm has been done, even a fool understands it.

Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.

Miserable mortals who, like leaves, at one moment flame with life, eating the produce of the land, and at another moment weakly perish.

It was built against the will of the immortal gods, and so it did not last for long.