It would not be better if things happened to men just as they wish.
Whoever cannot seek the unforeseen sees nothing for the known way is an impasse.
Life is a child moving counters in a game.
Nature is wont to hide herself.
For when is death not within our selves? And as Heracleitus says: “Living and dead are the same, and so are awake and asleep, young and old. The former when shifted are the latter, and again the latter when shifted are the former."
What is divine escapes men's notice because of their incredulity.