But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man's blood, there is no way to raise him up.
Willingly no one chooses the yoke of slavery.
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.
Misfortune wandering the same track lights now upon one and now upon another.
He hears but half who hears one party only.
To learn is to be young, however old.