Power gives no purchase to the hand, it will not hold, soon perishes, and greatness goes.

Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm; great good fortune comes to failure in the end. All is change; all yields its place and goes; to persevere, trusting in what hopes he has, is courage in a man. The coward despairs.

Why do we make so much of knowledge, struggle so hard to get some little skill not worth the effort?

This is what it means to be a slave; to be abused and bear it; compelled by violence to suffer wrong.

What is god, what is not god, what is between man and god, who shall say?

Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes mad.

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