I Am Dying With The Help Of

Sex And Sleep Alone Make Me Conscious That I Am Mortal.

As For A Limit To One’s Labors, I, For One, Do Not Recognize Any For A High-minded Man, Except That The Labors Themselves Should Lead To Noble Accomplishments.

I Had Rather Excel Others In The Knowledge Of What Is Excellent, Than In The Extent Of My Power And Dominion.

At Achilles Tomb, O Fortunate Youth, To Have Found Homer As The Herald Of Your Glory!

I Foresee A Great Funeral Contest Over Me.