Men hate the haughty of heart who will not be the friend of every man.
Blood streams in sacrifice; yet anguish finds no cure.
The man who glories in his luck may be overthrown by destiny.
For with slight efforts how should we obtain great results? It is foolish even to desire it.
What good can come from meeting death with tears? If a man Is sorry for himself, he doubles death.
If there are none [gods], All our toil is without meaning.