Dire and beyond all healing is the hate When hearts that loved are turned to enmity. - Euripides

O gods, spare me the sight of this thankless breed, these politicians who cringe for favors from a screaming mob and do not care what harm they do their friends, providing they can please a crowd! Tell me, on what feeble grounds can you justify your vote of death?

OR. Nor are the Gods who are called wise any less false than winged dreams. There is much inconsistency both among the Gods and among mortals.

Anger,
The spring of all life's horror.

- Medea