How base a thing it is when a man will struggle with necessity! We have to die.
There is as much confusion in the world of the gods as in ours.
Oh, what a vileness human beauty is; corroding, corrupting everything it touches.
Time will bring healing.
When two souls compose a single song, The muse fans Livid wrath before long.
I know indeed what evil I intend to do, but stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury, fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils.