For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.

Life and death are balanced on the edge of a razor.

And they die an equal death - the idler and the man of mighty deeds.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.

The gods granted us misery, in jealousy over the thought that we two, always together, should enjoy our youth, and then come to the threshold of old age.