Somos esclavos de los dioses, sean lo que sean los dioses. - Euripides

How strange, that bad soil, if the gods send rain and sun, Bears a rich crop, while good soil, starved of what it needs, Is Barren; but man´s nature is ingrained - the bad Is never anything but bad, and the good man Is good: misfortune cannot warp his character, His goodness will endure.

Lucky is the man who escapes a storm at sea and finds his way home to safe harbor — the man delivered from hardship. We all compete for wealth and power, and for every thousand hearts a thousand hopes. Some wither, some bear fruit. 910But the one who lives from day to day, finding good where he can: he is happy — he is a lucky man.

A woman should be good for everything at home, but abroad good for nothing.