Best to live lightly, unthinkingly.
Who feels no ills, should, therefore, fear them; and when fortune smiles, be doubly cautious, lest destruction come remorseless on him, and he fall unpitied.
The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.
For the gods, though slow to see, see well, whenever a man casting aside worship turns folly.
Men's minds are given to change in hate and friendship.
Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.