The best prophet is common sense, our native wit.
This is what it means to be a slave; to be abused and bear it; compelled by violence to suffer wrong.
Waste no tears over the griefs of yesterday.
Disaster appears, to crush one man now, but afterward another.
Soon all of you immortals Will be as dead as we are! Come on then, what are you waiting for? Have you run out of thunderbolts?
Authority is never without hate.