Gods should not resemble men in their anger!

The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable, Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.

Ill-gotten wealth is never stable.

No man on earth is truly free, All are slaves of money or necessity. Public opinion or fear of prosecution forces each one, against his conscience, to conform.

Happy the man whose lot it is to know The secrets of the earth. He hastens not To work his fellows hurt by unjust deeds, But with rapt admiration contemplates Immortal Nature's ageless harmony, And how and when the order came to be.

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

You were a stranger to sorrow: therefore Fate has cursed you.