The dice of Zeus fall ever luckily. - Sophocles

But life takes sudden twists.

If it were possible to heal sorrow by weeping and to raise the dead with tears, gold were less prized than grief.

Never to have been born is best.
Everyone knows that, and a close second,
once you have appeared in this life, is a quick
return, as soon as you can, to where you came from.
In our light-headed youth we carry
blithe ideas, not knowing what blows await,
what hardships are bearing down, closer and closer.
Murder, hatred, strife, resentment, and
envy are lurking, and then, behind them, bitter old age,
powerless, friendless, with evils our only neighbors.