“Who, except the gods, can live time through forever without any pain?”

To learn is to be young, however old.

The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance.

When a man takes the road to destruction, the gods help him along.

It is best for the wise man not to seem wise.

Wrong must not win by technicalities.

For somehow this is tyranny’s disease, to trust no friends.

For there is no defense for a man who, in the excess of his wealth, has kicked the great altar of Justice out of sight.

But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man’s blood, there is no way to raise him up.

Only one accomplishment is beyond both the power and the mercy of the Gods. They cannot make the past as though it had never been.

Words are the physicians of a mind diseased.

Know not to revere human things too much.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

Take courage; pain’s extremity soon ends.

If a man should wanton walk with crime, he shall find in death no great deliverance.

Suffering brings experience.

I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death.

Because it’s you. It is always been and always will be.

It’s unconditional; their chemistry is unconditional – forever.

You don’t have to stay forever but come love me now.

With you, I’ve found my permanent home.

Life will forever be too short but time is never wasted when spent making your heart happy.

Whether this ends in a moment or forever, I will carry you always.

In the pause between your breaths and the space between your heartbeats, I think I heard forever.

I think they dipped you in starlight I’ll spend forever lost in your glow.