The worst, the least curable hatred is that which has superseded deep love.
Only a madman would give good for evil
Keep alive the light of justice, And much that men say in blame will pass you by.
Know we how many tomorrows the gods intend for our todays.
For the good, when praised, feel something of disgust, if to excess commended.
I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.