A secret, like a chore, always seems to lead to another, one even more troublesome than the first.
What harm is there in dreaming, if it eases pain? What good is reality, if it blots out hope? Can a man's mind be washed without bleaching his soul?
prophecies do not alter fate, only confirm it.
Nothing fruitful ever comes when plants are forced to flower in the wrong season.
Principles have a way of yielding to power.
If mortals wait until the gods remake the world to their liking to be happy, they are already in hell.