Old Age Is But A Second Childhood.

A Man May Learn Wisdom Even From A Foe.

The Gods, My Dear Simple Fellow, Are A Mere Expression Coined By Vulgar Superstition. We Frown Upon Such Coinage Here.

You Cannot Make A Crab Walk Straight.

The Children Now Love Luxury; They Have Bad Manners, Contempt For Authority; They Show Disrespect For Elders And Love Chatter In Place Of Exercise. Children Are Now Tyrants, Not The Servants Of Their Households. They No Longer Rise When Elders Enter The Room. They Contradict Their Parents, Chatter Before Company, Gobble Up Dainties At The Table, Cross Their Legs, And Tyrannize Their Teachers.

To Invoke Solely The Weaker Arguments And Yet Triumph Is An Art Worth More Than A Hundred Thousand Drachmae.