Good and bad may not be dissevered; There is, as there should be, a commingling.

Of mortals there is no one who is happy. If wealth flows in upon one, one may be perhaps luckier than one's neighbor, but still not happy.

To the worker, God himself lends aid.

The ways of the gods are long, but in the end they are not without strength.

When love is in excess, it brings a man no honor, no worthiness.

Remember this! No amount of Bacchic reveling can corrupt an honest woman.

Nothing's as good as holding on to safety.