When a good man is hurt, all who would be called good must suffer with him.
How sweet to remember the trouble that is past.
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?
The man who sticks it out against his fate shows spirit, but the spirit of a fool.
How dark are all the ways of god to man!
I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.