If I can not influence the gods, I shall move all hell.

Each of us bears his own Hell

It is easy to go down into Hell; night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - there's the rub, the task

It is occasionally possible to charge Hell with a bucket of water, but against stupidity the gods themselves struggle in vain

It is easy to go down into Hell; night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - there's the rub, the task.

Were there no women, men might live like gods