A lifetime is a child playing, playing checkers; the kingdom belongs to a child.

Although the Law of Reason is common, the majority of people live as though they had an understanding of their own.

Men are at variance with the one thing with which they are in the most unbroken communion, the reason that administers the whole universe.

Corpses are more fit to be cast out than dung.

Dogs, also, bark at what they do not know.

It is better to conceal ignorance than to expose it.

Speaking with sense we must fortify ourselves in the common sense of all, as a city is fortified by its law, and even more forcefully. For all human laws are nourished by the one divine law. For it prevails as far as it will and suffices for all and is superabundant.

All human laws are nourished by one divine law.

Character is destiny.

It pertains to all men to know themselves and to learn self-control.

Opposition brings concord. Out of discord comes the fairest harmony.

Into the same rivers we step and do not step, we are and are not.

Much learning does not teach understanding.

Time is a game played beautifully by children.

Lifetime is a child at play, moving pieces in a game.

War is the father and king of all: some he has made gods, and some men; some slaves and some free. War is the father and king of all, and has produced some as gods and some as men, and has made some slaves and some free.

War is the father and king of all: some he has made gods, and some men; some slaves and some free.

War is the father and king of all, and has produced some as gods and some as men, and has made some slaves and some free.

The best people renounce all for one goal, the eternal fame of mortals; but most people stuff themselves like cattle. For what sense or understanding have they? They follow minstrels and take the multitude for a teacher, not knowing that many are bad and few good. For the best men choose one thing above all immortal glory among mortals; but the masses stuff themselves like cattle.

Ten thousand do not turn the scale against a single man of worth.

Greater fates gain greater rewards.

The many are mean; only the few are noble.

The wise is one only. It is unwilling and willing to be called by the name of Zeus.

Of Every One-Hundred Men, Ten shouldn't even be there, Eighty are nothing but targets, Nine are real fighters... We are lucky to have them... They make the battle. Ah but the One, One of them is a Warrior... and He will bring the others back.