Born in 800 BC / Died in 701 BC / Greece / Greek
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.
Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.
A decent boldness ever meets with friends.
Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.
Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.
Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend.
Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.
A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.
For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.
It is not good to have a rule of many.
To have a great man for an intimate friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it; those who have, fear it.
There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.
Light is the task where many share the toil.
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.
The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.
Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.
The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.
True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.
In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.
Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.
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