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.

Nothing feebler than a man does the earth raise up, of all the things which breathe and move on the earth, for he believes that he will never suffer evil in the future, as long as the gods give him success and he flourishes in his strength; but when the blessed gods bring sorrows too to pass, even these he bears, against his will, with steadfast spirit, for the thoughts of earthly men are like the day which the father of gods and men brings upon them.

The hearts of great men can be changed.

He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.

You ought not to practice childish ways, since you are no longer that age.

Pray, for all men need the aid of the gods.

Noblest minds are easiest bent.