Forgive, son; men are men; they needs must err.
There is one thing alone that stands the brunt of life throughout its course; a quiet conscience.
We must believe in the gods no longer if injustice is to prevail over justice.
Woman is woman's natural ally.
Those who look for filth, can find it at the height of noon.
Do we, holding that the gods exist, deceive ourselves with insubstantial dreams and lies, while random careless chance and change alone control the world?