Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes.

Prosperity is full of friends.

A rare spoil for a man Is the winning of a good wife; very Plentiful are the worthless women.

There is as much confusion in the world of the gods as in ours.

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.

Necessity is harsh. Fate has no reprieve.

The way of God is complex, he is hard for us to predict. He moves the pieces and they come somehow into a kind of order.