For this I see, that we, all we that live, Are but vain shadows, unsubstantial dreams.
War never takes a wicked man by chance, the good man always.
Best of children, sisters arm-in-arm, we must bear what the gods give us to bear-- don't fire up your hearts with so much grief. No reason to blame the pass you've come to now.
If we always helped one another, no one would need luck.
Do not grieve yourself too much for those you hate, nor yet forget them utterly.
To be doing good deeds is man's most glorious task.