There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.
The slave begins by demanding justice and ends by wanting to wear a crown. He must dominate in his turn.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?