Only a fool could be in love with death.
When trouble ends even troubles please.
You win the victory when you yield to friends.
The gods plant reason in mankind, of all good gifts the highest.
Think again, Electra. Don't say anymore. Don't you see what you're doing? You make your own pain. Why keep wounding yourself? With so much evil stored up in that cold dark soul of yours you breed enemies everywhere you touch.
The greatest griefs are those we cause ourselves.