Reproach is infinite, and knows no end So voluble a weapon is the tongue; Wounded, we wound; and neither side can fail For every man has equal strength to rail.
I would rather be tied to the soil as a serf... than be king of all these dead and destroyed.
We cannot all hope to combine the pleasing qualities of good looks, brains, and eloquence.
All men have need of the gods.
Sleep and Death, who are twin brothers.
out of sight,out of mind