Potter is jealous of potter, and craftsman of craftsman; and the poor have a grudge against the poor, and the poet against the poet.
It is not possible either to trick or escape the mind of Zeus.
It is best to do things systematically, since we are only human, and disorder is our worst enemy.
Mortals grow swiftly in misfortune.
A day is sometimes our mother, sometimes our stepmother.
He is senseless who would match himself against a stronger man; for he is deprived of victory and adds suffering to disgrace.
