To stumble twice against the same stone, is a proverbsial disgrace.

Man's life is ruled by fortune, not by wisdom.

The gods attend to great matters, they neglect small ones.

Those wars are unjust which are undertaken without provocation. For only a war waged for revenge or defence can actually be just.

But the Night Mother is mother to all! It is her voice we follow! Her will! Would you dare risk disobedience? And surely... punishment?

For if that last day does not occasion an entire extinction, but a change of abode only, what can be more desirable? And if it, on the other hand, destroys and absolutely puts an end to us, what can be preferable to having a deep sleep fall on us in the midst of the fatigues of life and, being thus overtaken, to sleep to eternity?

I wonder that a soothsayer doesn't laugh whenever he sees another soothsayer.