A lie never grows old.

“Τοσαῦτά σ', ὦ Ζεῦ, προστρέπω· καλῶ δ' ἅμαπομπαῖον Ἑρμῆν χθόνιον εὖ με κοιμίσαι,…”

“...count no man happy till he dies, free of pain at last.”

“The greatest griefs are those we cause ourselves.”

“When he endures nothing but endless miseries-- What pleasure is there in living…”