There are many roads to happiness, if the gods assent.
The race of gods and men is one, and from one mother we both draw our breath. Yet all the difference in our power holds us apart, so that man is nothing, but the brazen floor of heaven is eternally unshakable.
Envy, the attendant of the empty mind.
Time is the turning over of days, works change for better or worse.
Sweet is war to those who know it not.
To be envied is a nobler fate than to be pitied.