All I ask the gods to grant me is that I ask them for nothing. Good luck is a yoke and to be happy oppresses, for it's an emotional state. I want to raise my not easy nor uneasy, purely calm being above the plane where men rejoice or grieve...

No one loves anyone else;
He loves what he finds of 
himself in the other.
Don't fret if others don't
love you.
They feel who you are,
and you're a stranger be 
who you are, even if never
loved.
Secure in yourself,
you will suffer few
sorrows...