What greater pain could mortals have than this: To see their children dead before their eyes?

I envy that man who passes through life safely, to the world and fame unknown.

What else goes wrong for a woman-except her marriage?

Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes mad.

Young man, two are the forces most precious to mankind. The first is Demeter, the Goddess. She is the Earth -- or any name you wish to call her -- and she sustains humanity with solid food. Next came Dionysus, the son of the virgin, bringing the counterpart to bread: wine and the blessings of life's flowing juices. His blood, the blood of the grape, lightens the burden of our mortal misery. Though himself a God, it is his blood we pour out to offer thanks to the Gods. And through him, we are blessed.

I think it makes small difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All that is an empty glorification left for those who live.

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