Lightning will wreck its displeasures not only upon pillars, trees, and sheep, but upon altars and temples, and let the sacrilegious go free.
Seneca the YoungerIt is a rough road that leads to the heights of greatness. As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.
Seneca the YoungerMany shed tears merely for show, and have dry eyes when no one's around to observe them.
Seneca the Younger