All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.

Bear patiently, my heart, for you have suffered heavier things.

Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.

Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

If you serve too many masters, you'll soon suffer.

Whoever obeys the gods, to him they particularly listen.