The Most beautiful human deed, is to be useful to others.
For this I see, that we, all we that live, Are but vain shadows, unsubstantial dreams.
The stubbornest of wills Are soonest bended, as the hardest iron, O'er-heated in the fire to brittleness,Flies soonest into fragments, shivered through.
But the power of destiny is something awesome; neither wealth, nor Ares, nor a tower, nor dark-hulled ships might escape it.
In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace.
Evil gains work their punishment.