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

For somehow this is tyranny’s disease, to trust no friends.

For there is no defense for a man who, in the excess of his wealth, has kicked the great altar of Justice out of sight.

But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man’s blood, there is no way to raise him up.

Only one accomplishment is beyond both the power and the mercy of the Gods. They cannot make the past as though it had never been.

Words are the physicians of a mind diseased.

Know not to revere human things too much.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

Take courage; pain’s extremity soon ends.

If a man should wanton walk with crime, he shall find in death no great deliverance.

Suffering brings experience.

I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death.

Honor modesty more than your life.

You shall learn, though late, the lesson of how to be discreet.

In every tyrant’s heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

Nothing forces us to know, What we do not want to know except pain.

Everyone is ready to speak ill of a stranger.