By union the smallest states thrive. By discord the greatest are destroyed.
Fame is the shadow of passion standing in the light
Harmony makes small things grow, lack of it makes great things decay
In battle it is the cowards who run the most risk; bravery is a rampart of defense.
Greedy for the property of others, extravagant with his own.
The fame that goes with wealth and beauty is fleeting and fragile; intellectual superiority is a possession glorious and eternal.
Necessity makes even the timid brave.