For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.
Time as he grows old teaches all things.
Words are the physicians of the mind diseased.
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by
another's might.
His resolve is not to seem, but to be, the best.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot
forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair,
against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet
drink-offering poured Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed By
hymns of praise. From him alone of all The powers of heaven Persuasion
holds aloof.
I would far rather be ignorant than wise in the foreboding of
evil.
It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend
who has prospered.
In war, truth is the first casualty.
It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.