Words are healers of the sick tempered.
Misfortune wandering the same track lights now upon one and now upon another.
I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death
[Hermes addresses Prometheus :] To you, the clever and crafty, bitter beyond all bitterness, who has sinned against the gods in bestowing honors upon creatures of a day--to you, thief of fire, I speak.
Number, the most excellent of all inventions.
If a man suffers ill, let it be without shame; for this is the only profit when we are dead. You will never say a good word about deeds that are evil and disgraceful.