Number, the most excellent of all inventions.
From him [Death] alone of all the powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
The misfortunes of mankind are of varied plumage.
Obedience, you know, is Good Luck's mother, wedded to Salvation, they say.
The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.
Suffering brings experience.