OEDIPUS:O, O, O, they will all come,all come out clearly! Light of the sun, let melook upon you no more after today!I who first saw the light bred of a matchaccursed, and accursed in my livingwith them I lived with, cursed in my killing.

Closer, it’s all right. Touch the man of grief.Do. Don’t be afraid. My troubles are mine and I am the only man alive who can sustain them.

Who seeks shall find.

Trust dies but mistrust blossoms.

There was the girl, screaming like an angry bird,When it finds its nest left empt and little ones gone.' - Sentry.

Alas! How sad when reasoners reason wrong.