If to some my tale seems foolishness I am content that such could count me fool.
In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace.
Goodbye to the sun that shines for me no longer.
Not even Ares battles against necessity.
The stubbornest of wills Are soonest bended, as the hardest iron, O'er-heated in the fire to brittleness,Flies soonest into fragments, shivered through.
Is anyone in all the world safe from unhappiness?