Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.
Prepare yourselves for the roaring voice of the God of Joy!
Mobs in their emotions are much like children, subject to the same tantrums and fits of fury.
Among mortals second thoughts are wisest.
Arm yourself, my heart: the thing that you must do is fearful, yet inevitable.
I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.