The Reward Of Suffering Is Experience

What Good Is It To Live A Life That Brings Pains?

Only When A Man's Life Comes To Its End In Prosperity Dare We Pronounce Him Happy.

The Misfortunes Of Mankind Are Of Varied Plumage.

Watchful Are The Gods Of All Hands With Slaughter Stained. The Black Furies Wait, And When A Man Has Grown By Luck, Not Justice, Great, With Sudden Overturn Of Chance They Wear Him To A Shade, And, Cast Down To Perdition, Who Shall Save Him?

Truly Upon Mortals Cometh Swift Of Foot Their Evil And His Offence Upon Him That Trespasseth Against Right.