Too many kings can ruin an army

Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.

Oall the creatures that creep and breathe on earth, there is none more wretched than man.

It is better to watch people do stuff than to do stuff.

Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness—she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth, gliding over the heads of men to trap us all. She entangles one man, now another.

It is the bold man who every time does best, at home or abroad.

For love deceives the best of woman kind.