To revive sorrow is cruel.

You can kill a man but you cant kill a idea.

Not to be born surpasses thought and speech. The second best is to have seen the light and then go back quickly whence we came

The gods plant reason in mankind, of all good gifts the highest.

Dark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud.

The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.

And if my present actions strike you as foolish, let's just say I've been accused of folly by a fool.