To have found you is a dear happiness; and to be Apollo's son is beyond all my hopes; but there is something I want to say to you alone. Come; this is a private matter between us two - anything you tell me shall be as secret as the grave.

No one is truly free, they are a slave to wealth, fortune, the law, or other people restraining them from acting according to their will.

That glittering hope is immemorial and beckons many men to their undoing.

This is sweet to see your foe, perish and pay to justice all he owes.

Worse than a true evil is it to bear the burden of faults that are not truly yours.

Question everything. Learn something. Answer nothing.

The way of God is complex, he is hard for us to predict. He moves the pieces and they come somehow into a kind of order.