Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm.
Numbers are a fearful thing.
My tongue swore, but my mind was still unpledged.
The man is happiest who lives from day to day and asks no more, garnering the simple goodness of life.
You were a stranger to sorrow: therefore Fate has cursed you.
Only one in command: that's the way in the home And the way in the state when it must find Measures best for mankind.