“When evil come on those we dearly love, never shall we betray them.”

Memory is the mother of all wisdom.

A curse burns bright on crime

Wisdom comes through suffering. Trouble, with its memories of pain.

Against necessity, against its strength, no one can fight and win.

There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.

In the lack of judgment great harm arises, but one vote cast can set right a house.

I know how men in exile feed on dreams.

Search well and be wise, nor believe that self-willed pride will ever be better than good counsel.

My heart’s a dance of fear.

It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.

Sweet is a grief well ended.

In war, the first casualty is truth.

Rumours voiced by women come to nothing.

Many among men are they who set high the show of honor, yet break justice.

Courage! Suffering, when it climbs highest, lasts not long.

God loves to help him who strives to help himself.