Everyone's quick to blame the alien.
Only through suffering do we learn
The will was of Zeus, the hand of Hephaestus.
For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.
I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.
Art is far feebler than necessity.