Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?

It's disgraceful how these humans blame the gods. They say their tribulations come from us, when they themselves, through their own foolishness, bring hardships which are not decreed by Fate.

Nothing feebler does earth nurture than man, Of all things breathing and moving.

Thou shalt not horn in on thy husbands racket

Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.

There is a strength in the even of very sorry men

Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep...in a giant blender.