Not to be born surpasses all reckoning. The next best thing by far, when one has been born is to go back as swiftly as possible whence one came.
A lie never lives to be old.
For this I see, that we, all we that live, Are but vain shadows, unsubstantial dreams.
Time, which sees all things, has found you out.
For the dead there are no more toils.
A man is nothing but breath and shadow.