La faute en est aux dieux qui la firent si bête.

You blame the gods, then?"
"I blame the despair that the gods brought.

Woman was God’s second mistake.

What a silly god, he makes everybody born bad to go to burning hell. Why so mad? All his fault!

It was very puzzling. Why had all this happened to her? In the old days, according to her researches, one blamed a jealous or capricious god for one’s undeserved misfortunes, but nobody had taken the gods seriously for generations. It was, thinkers agreed, a case of the mysterious operations of luck. Emotionally, however, blind chance was a poor substitute for a god when you wanted something on which to turn your resentment at the hard treatment accorded you by fate.

Translation: Fortune’s a goddess without brains, and so
The whole day long she’s doing foolish things.

The goddess Fortune is mad, blind, and stupid, some philosophers maintain. They declare that she stands upon a revolving globe of stone; whither Chance impels this stone, thither, they say, does Fortune fall. She is blind, they repeat, for that she fails wholly to perceive whereto she attaches herself. Moreover they declare that she is mad because she is cruel, uncertain, and inconstant; stupid because she knows not how to tell worthy from unworthy.

Fortune makes a fool of those she favors too much.

The gods’ inventions are notorious by their errors.

I am a great and sublime fool. But then I am God's fool, and all His works must be contemplated with respect.

Oh, I am fortune's fool!

She had a warrior's heart, but the gods in their blind malice had given her the feeble body of a woman.

Oh for shame, how the mortals put the blame on us gods, for they say evils come from us, but it is they, rather, who by their own recklessness win sorrow beyond what is given...

The wise through excess of wisdom is made a fool.