There are many roads to happiness, if the gods assent.
Mother of the Sun, Theia of many names, for your sake men honor gold as more powerful than anything else; and through the value you bestow on them, o queen, ships contending on the sea and yoked teams of horses in swift-whirling contests become marvels.
One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.
The present will not long endure.
Mankind is a dream of a shadow.
Point thy tongue on the anvil of truth.