But the power of destiny is something awesome; neither wealth, nor Ares, nor a tower, nor dark-hulled ships might escape it.
Children are the anchors of a mother's life.
Fortune never helps the fainthearted.
Sleep, ignorant of pain, sleep, ignorant of grief, may you come to us blowing softly, kindly, kindly come king.
Love, you mock us for your sport.
Surely, to think your own the only wisdom, and yours the only word, the only will, betrays a shallow spirit, an empty heart.