On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.

Let there be wealth without tears; enough for the wise man who will ask no further.

On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.

To make wail and lament for one's ill fortune, when one will win a tear from the audience, is well worthwhile.

For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one's life.

ATHENA: There are two sides to this dispute. I've heard only one half the argument. (...) So you two parties, summon your witnesses, set out your proofs, with sworn evidence to back your stories. Once I've picked the finest men in Athens, I'll return. They'll rule fairly in this case, bound by a sworn oath to act with justice.

The man whose authority is recent is always stern.