The divine power moves with difficulty, but at the same time surely.
Impudence is the worst of all human diseases.
Do we, holding that the gods exist, deceive ourselves with insubstantial dreams and lies, while random careless chance and change alone control the world?
Song brings of itself a cheerfulness that wakes the heart of joy.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.