Not even Ares battles against necessity.
Goodbye to the sun that shines for me no longer.
It is always fair sailing, when you escape evil.
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.
Truth is always straightforward.
Always desire to learn something useful