Must your leg be injured? You fool, will you blame the entire world because of one bad leg? Won't you willingly give it up for the sake of everything else? Won't you let it go? Won't you gladly give it back to the one who gave it to you? And will you get angry and upset with the way Zeus set things up — the way he and the Fates planned and ordered your life when they were spinning the thread of your birth? Don't you know how tiny you are compared to the whole universe? I mean when it comes to your body. But when it comes to your mind, you're not worse than the gods. Intelligence isn't measured by length or height. It's measured by your thoughts.
Must my leg then be lamed? Wretch, do you then on account of one poor leg find fault with the world? Will you not willingly surrender it for the whole? Will you not withdraw from it? Will you not gladly part with it to him who gave it? And will you be vexed and discontented with the things established by Zeus, which he, with the Moirae (fates) who were present and spinning the thread of your generation, defined and put in order? Know you not how small a part you are compared with the whole. I mean with respect to the body, for as to intelligence you are not inferior to the gods nor less; for the magnitude of intelligence is not measured by length nor yet by height, but by thoughts.