[B]ut it is only what happens, when they die, to all mortals. The sinews no longer hold the flesh and the bones together, and once the spirit has let the white bones, all the rest of the body is made subject to the fire's strong fury, but the soul flitters out like a dream and flies away.
Modesty is of no use to a beggar.
I didn't lie! I just created fiction with my mouth!
And here I am using my own lungs like a sucker.
It is not possible to fight beyond your strength, even if you strive.
The best things beyond their measure cloy.