Soon all of you immortals Will be as dead as we are! Come on then, what are you waiting for? Have you run out of thunderbolts?

Ten thousand men possess ten thousand hopes.

Love's all in all to women.

Know we how many tomorrows the gods intend for our todays.

Alas!-but why Alas? It is the lot of mortality we experience.

Hate is a bottomless cup; I will pour and pour

We know the good, we apprehend it clearly; but we can't bring it to achievement.