Light Is The Task Where Many Share

One Who Contends With Immortals Lives A Very Short Life.

The Man Does Better Who Runs From Disaster Than He Who Is Caught By It.

It Was Built Against The Will Of The Immortal Gods, And So It Did Not Last For Long.

All Things Are In The Hand Of Heaven, And Folly, Eldest Of Jove's Daughters, Shuts Men's Eyes To Their Destruction. She Walks Delicately, Not On The Solid Earth, But Hovers Over The Heads Of Men To Make Them Stumble Or To Ensnare Them.

The Melancholy Joys Of Evils Pass'd, For He Who Much Has Suffer'd, Much Will Know.