The anthropologists are busy, indeed, and ready to transport us back into the savage forest, where all human things...have their beginnings; but the … - Edith Hamilton

There lies less good than most believe In ale for mortal men. A man knows nothing if he knows not That wealth oft begets an ape. A coward thinks he will live forever If only he can shun warfare. Tell one your thoughts, but beware of two. All know what is known to three. A silly man lies awake all night, Thinking of many things. When the morning comes he is worn with care, And his trouble is just as it was.

[Happiness is] The exercise of vital powers, along lines of excellence, in a life affording them scope.

He is happy whom the Muses love. For though a man has sorrow and grief in his soul, yet when the servant of the Muses sings, at once he forgets his dark thoughts and remembers not his troubles.