Since long I've held silence a remedy for harm.
Truth is always the first casualty of war.
[Hermes addresses Prometheus :] To you, the clever and crafty, bitter beyond all bitterness, who has sinned against the gods in bestowing honors upon creatures of a day--to you, thief of fire, I speak.
The field of doom bears death as its harvest.
Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.
For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.