A great ox stands on my tongue.
It is through suffering that learning comes.
For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.
Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.
The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger.
When we sleep the soul is lit up... by many eyes, and with them, we can see everything that we cannot see in the daytime.