Don't you know this, that words are doctors to a diseased temperment?
Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.
From him [Death] alone of all the powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
Know not to revere human things too much.
But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man's blood, there is no way to raise him up.
Justice shines in very smoky homes, and honors the righteous; but the gold-spangled mansions where the hands are unclean she leaves with eyes averted.