Time as he grows old teaches many lessons.

'Honour thy father and thy mother' stands written among the three laws of most revered righteousness.

Learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.

Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts:
Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured
Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed
By hymns of praise. From him alone of all
The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.

O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray,
To come to me: of cureless ills thou art
The one physician. Pain lays not its touch
Upon a corpse.

It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.

His resolve is not to seem, but to be, the best.

I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope.

Death is better, a milder fate than tyranny.

Words are the physicians of the mind diseased.