The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end.

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.

No trust is to be placed in women.

Fear, O Achilles, the wrath of heaven; think on your own father and have compassion upon me, who am the more pitiable

A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.

Zeus does not bring all men's plans to fulfillment.