Amongst mortals no man is happy; wealth may pour in and make one luckier than another, but none can happy be. - Euripides

Those who look for filth, can find it at the height of noon.

OR. Why mournest thou thus, and teasest us [65] concerning our future ills, whoever thou art, O lady? In naught do I deem him wise, who, when about to die, with bewailings seeks to overcome the fear of death, nor him who deplores death now near at hand, [66] when he has no hope of safety, in that he joins two ills instead of one, both incurs the charge of folly, and dies none the less. But one must needs let fortune take its course. But mourn us not, for we know and are acquainted with the sacrificial rites of this place.

Man's most valuable trait is a judicious sense of what not to believe.