Work is no disgrace: it is idleness which is a disgrace.
Toil is no source of shame; idleness is shame.
Whoever happens to give birth to mischievous children lives always with unending grief in his spirit and heart.
Happy is the man whom the Muses love: sweet speech flows from his mouth.
Justice prevails over transgression when she comes to the end of the race.
He is senseless who would match himself against a stronger man; for he is deprived of victory and adds suffering to disgrace.
If you should put even a little on a little and should do this often, soon this would become big.
A day is sometimes our mother, sometimes our stepmother.
Mortals grow swiftly in misfortune.
It is best to do things systematically, since we are only human, and disorder is our worst enemy.
It is not possible either to trick or escape the mind of Zeus.
