We live in a society of laws. Why do you think I took you to all those Police Academy movies? For fun? Well, I didn't hear anybody laughing, did you?
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
The lot of man-to suffer and die.
The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.
Short is my date, but deathless my renown.
I wish that strife would vanish away from among gods and mortals, and gall, which makes a man grow angry for all his great mind, that gall of anger that swarms like smoke inside of a man's heart and becomes a thing sweeter to him by far than the dripping of honey.