No man loves life like him that's growing old.

All a man's affairs become diseased when he wishes to cure evils by evils.

Rash indeed is he who reckons on tomorrow, or happily on the days beyond it; for tomorrow is not, until today is past.

The shimmering night does not stay for mortals, not misfortunes, nor wealth, but in a moment it is gone, and to the turn of another comes joy and loss.

How sweet for those faring badly to forget their misfortunes even for a short time.

And if my present deeds are foolish in thy sight, it may be that a foolish judge arraigns my folly.

The Greeks could be a crushing bore. I recommend dressing everyone in combat fatigues or S&M gear.