The man who glories in his luck may be overthrown by destiny.

When good men die their goodness does not perish, But lives though they are gone. As for the bad, All that was theirs dies and is buried with them.

Enjoy yourself, drink, call the life you live today your own; but only that, the rest belongs to chance.

If there are none [gods], All our toil is without meaning.

Our lives ... are but a little while, so let them run as sweetly as you can, and give no thought to grief from day to day. For time is not concerned to keep our hopes, but hurries on its business, and is gone.

To have found you is a dear happiness; and to be Apollo's son is beyond all my hopes; but there is something I want to say to you alone. Come; this is a private matter between us two - anything you tell me shall be as secret as the grave.

Reason can wrestle and overthrow terror.