Friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness. - Euripides

Both stupid and lacking in foresight those poets of old who wrote songs for revels and dinners and banquets - pleasant sounds for men living at ease; but none of them all has discovered how to put to and end with their singing or musical instrument - grief, bitter grief from which death and disaster cheat the hopes of a house.

Art silent? But there is no use of silence in misfortunes; for the heart which desires to hear all things, is found eager also in the case of ills. It is not indeed right, my father, to conceal thy misfortunes from friends, and even more than friends.

Look at it steadily; come closer to the truth.

I see — O, gods, what horror! Oh, what misery!