"Ruthless is the temper of royalty; How much better to live among the equals.Let me decline in a safe old age. The very name of the "middle way"." - Euripides

Every man is like the company he wont to keep.

Had I the tongue of Orpheus and his mellifluous strains and by song could cast a spell on Persephone and her spouse to wrest you out of hell,

I should go down and neither Pluto’s hound nor the spirit-ferrying Charon at his oar could stop me: not till I’d brought your soul up into the light.

Wait for me down there. Wait for me to die.

Prepare the home where you and I shall live as one.

For I shall make them lay my bones side by side with yours: stretched out with you in the selfsame cedar box.

If any man thinks wealth or power of greater worth To him who has them, than a good friend- he is mad.