When a man takes the road to destruction, the gods help him along.

On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.

Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.

Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.

Number, the most excellent of all inventions.

Justice, voiceless, unseen, seeth thee when thou sleepest and when thou goest forth and when thou liest down. Continually doth she attend thee, now aslant thy course, now at a later time. These lines are from a section of doubtful or spurious fragments.

The saying goes that the gods leave a town once it is captured.