None love the messenger who brings bad news.
A fearful man is always hearing things.
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.
More men come to doom through dirty profits than are kept by them.
The Greeks could be a crushing bore. I recommend dressing everyone in combat fatigues or S&M gear.
Though a man be wise it is no shame for him to live and learn.