It is the task of a good man to help those in misfortune.

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.