She looked just like a painting dying to speak. - Aeschylus

And there they ring the walls, the young, the lithe. The handsome hold the graves they won in Troy; the enemy earth rides over those who conquered.

For many men value appearances more than reality — thus they violate what’s right. Everyone’s prepared to sigh over some suffering man, though no sorrow really eats their hearts, or they can pretend to join another person’s happiness forcing their faces into smiling masks. But a good man discerns true character — he’s not fooled by eyes feigning loyalty, favouring him with watered-down respect.

Dios nos conduce por el eterno camino de la sabiduría, y la verdad sólo se aprende a costa de sufrirla.