Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.
Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her that it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?