“O Dionysus, Son of God,do you see our sufferings?Do you see your faithfulin helpless agony before the oppressor?O Lord, come down from Olympus,shake your golden thyrsusand stifle the murderer's insolent fury.”
“I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend's prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief”
“So, friends, what method should we use? Hard to choose. I could torch them in their love nest or butcher them in their fragrant bed.”
“That mortal is a fool who, prospering, thinks his life has any strong foundation; since our fortune's course of action is the reeling way a madman takes, and no one person is ever happy all the time.”
“What other creatures are bred so exquisitely and purposefully for mistreatment as women are?”
“Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.”