“The tyrant is a child of PrideWho drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity,Until from his high crest headlongHe plummets to the dust of hope.”

“Let every man in mankind's frailty consider his last day; and let none presume on his good fortune until he find Life, at his death, a memory without pain.”

“CHORUS:You that live in my ancestral Thebes, behold this Oedipus,- him who knew the famous riddles and was a man most masterful; not a citizen who did not look with envy on his lot- see him now and see the breakers of misfortune swallow him!Look upon that last day always. Count no mortal happy till he has passed the final limit of his life secure from pain.”

“Oblivion - what a blessing...for the mind to dwell a world away from pain.”

“And if you find I've lied, from this day on call the prophet blind.”

“What is God singing in his profound Delphi of gold and shadow?”

“You must remember that no one lives a life free from pain and suffering.”