For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.

Everyone's quick to blame the alien.

The best by far is to marry in one's own rank.

When a tongue fails to send forth appropriate shafts, there might be a word to act as healer of these.

It is a light thing for whoever keeps his foot outside trouble to advise and counsel him that suffers.

Making it a valid law to learn by suffering.

Time brings all things to pass.