They whose sole bliss is eating can give but that one brutish reason why they live.
It is a wretched thing to rest upon the fame of others, lest, the supporting pillar being removed, the superstructure should collapse in ruin.
One path alone leads to a life of peace. The path of virtue.
The grape becomes tinted from the grape it comes in contact with.
Revenge is sweeter than life itself. So think fools.
Let him love none and be by none beloved!