And now I'm using sarcasm, to confess the whole thing so later I could say I already told you.

The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.

All deaths are hateful to miserable mortals, but the most pitiable death of all is to starve.

It is wrong to sorrow without ceasing.

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end.

There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.

I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.