Tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.

What exists outside is a man's concern; let no woman give advice; and do no mischief within doors.

This is a sickness rooted and inherent in the nature of a tyranny: that he that holds it does not trust his friends.

And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.

As long as there are men the bulwark is safe.

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

Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.