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.

I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.

For know that no one is free, except Zeus.

In war the first casualty is the truth.

It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.

Those who would learn must suffer. In our own despair, against our will, wisdom comes to us.

What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?