A human being is only breath and shadow.
False words do not bring forth fruit.
Of all human ills, greatest is fortune's wayward tyranny.
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.
A man is nothing but breath and shadow.
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.