Good and bad may not be dissevered; There is, as there should be, a commingling.
Do we, holding that the gods exist, deceive ourselves with insubstantial dreams and lies, while random careless chance and change alone control the world?
Where there are two, one cannot be wretched, and one not.
Mankind led on by gods err all too easily.
For no mortal ever attains to blessedness. One may be luckier than another when wealth flows his way, but blessed never.
Time will discover everything to posterity; it is a babbler, and speaks even when no question is put.