And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Don't you know this, that words are doctors to a diseased temperment?
The adulterer dies. An old custom, justice.
For Hades is mighty in calling men to account below the earth, and with a mind that records in tablets he surveys all things.
Wrong must not win by technicalities.