Success for the striven washes away the effort of striving.
The present will not long endure.
Even success softens not the heart of the envious.
Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?
A graceful and honorable old age is the childhood of immortality.
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.