To me so deep a silence portends some dread event; a clamorous sorrow wastes itself in sound. - Sophocles

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.

"Far-stretching, endless Time
Brings forth all hidden things,
And buries that which once did shine.
The firm resolve falters, the sacred oath is shattered;
And let none say, "It cannot happen here". "

Knowledge must come through action; you can have no test which is not fanciful, save by trial.