Action achieves more than words.
For no mortal ever attains to blessedness. One may be luckier than another when wealth flows his way, but blessed never.
There seems to be some pleasure for women in sick talk of one another.
Who knoweth if to die be but to live, and that called life by mortals be but death?
Oh, what a vileness human beauty is; corroding, corrupting everything it touches.
Mobs in their emotions are much like children, subject to the same tantrums and fits of fury.