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.
The Greeks could be a crushing bore. I recommend dressing everyone in combat fatigues or S&M gear.
Isn't it the sweetest mockery to mock our enemies?
To err from the right path is common to mankind.
If I am young, then you should look not to age but to deeds.
No man loves life like him that's growing old.