If one must do a wrong, it's best to do it pursuing power-otherwise, let's have virtue.

Alas, how right the ancient saying is: We, who are old, are nothing else but noise And shape. Like mimicries of dreams we go, And have no wits, although we think us wise.

Reason can wrestle and overthrow terror.

Who then will dare to say I'm weak or timid? No, they'll say I'm loyal as a friend, ruthless as a foe, so much like a hero destined for glory.

Neither earth nor ocean produces a creature as savage and monstrous as woman.

What greater pain could mortals have than this: To see their children dead before their eyes?

I think it makes small difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All that is an empty glorification left for those who live.