Book: Antigone

For many, the pilgrim hope - the key to bliss, but for many people it is empty deception, unbridled human wishes impossible dream.

Blessed among mortals, those whose life didn't angry. But those shocked by the will of God's house, not destined to avoid troubles.

Hard the soul of man to know the intentions and thoughts, since in itself the laws and authorities he will not show.

Wisdom is the highest good for us
And to offend the deity is not allowed.
The proud haughty speech
Tomset them a formidable blow
Them hitting,
And in old age their wisdom teaches.

Not the state where there is one.

I hate those who are convicted,
Prikalivaet made evil.

We women were born and we
Men don't argue - remember that.
Strong ruled over us always,
In all - and at worst we are to him submissive.

I was born to love
Don't hate.

Crazy to death is the worst of evils.

Mines of wealth, if you want
Live like a king, but if there is no happiness -
Then I won't give even a shadow of smoke
It's all over with happiness comparing.