Why should man fear since chance is all in all for him, and he can clearly foreknow nothing? Best to live lightly, as one can, unthinkingly.
A wise player ought to accept his throws and score them, not bewail his luck.
Give me a life wherever there is an opportunity to live, and better life than was my father's.
Those griefs smart most which are seen to be of our own choice.
The gods love those of ordered soul.
The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.