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.
You can kill a man but you cant kill a idea.
Thoughts are mightier than strength of hand.
To give birth is a fearsome thing; there is no hating the child one has borne even when injured by it.
The greatest griefs are those we cause ourselves.
To revive sorrow is cruel.