Death is what men want when the anguish of living is more than they can bear.
If a man rejoice not in his drinking, he is mad; for in drinking it's possible ... to fondle breasts, and to caress well tended locks, and there is dancing withal, and oblivion of woe.
To persevere, trusting in what hopes he has, is courage in a man.
This is slavery, not to speak one's thought.
We must believe in the gods no longer if injustice is to prevail over justice.
If some appalling disaster befalls, there's Always a way for the rich.