I know not, but strained silence, so I deem, IS no less ominous than excessive grief. - Sophocles

Electra, grieving for death, for her father, as a nightingale grieving always.

Which would you choose if you could:
pleasure for yourself despite your friends
or a share in their grief?

When he endures nothing but endless miseries — What pleasure is there in living the day after day,
Edging slowly back and forth toward death?
Anyone who warms their heart with the glow
Of flickering hope is worth nothing at all.
The noble man should either live with honor or die with honor. That's all there is to be said.