Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.
SophoclesFate has terrible power. You cannot escape it by wealth or war. No fort will keep it out, no ships outrun it.
SophoclesYou clearly hate to yield, but you will regret it when your anger has passed. Such natures are justly the hardest for themselves to bear.
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