Never honor the gods in one breath and take the gods for fools the next.
Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.
For the wretched one night is like a thousand; for someone faring well death is just one more night.
And the dead man will hate thee too, with cause. Say I am mad and give my madness rein To wreck itself; the worst that can befall Is but to die an honorable death.
You are nothing at all. Just a crack where the light slipped through.
Not to be born is, past all prizing, best.