For too many generations of the common people of Rome were allowed no hand in governing, and their state religion had long since mummified into dry rituals that never touched ordinary passions. It was inevitable,...

How quick, brutal, and fragile is life. You are born, you live a few years in wild hope, then you are dragged back into the night. You might have breathed on a little longer, had...

Better a spirit that does not quite fit in this world than one that is broken.

Books are worse than wine, I say. You read one and you need another – there’s no end to it. What ails you that you cannot content yourself with just living on under the sun?