Wiles and deceit are female qualities.
In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.
If you pour oil and vinegar into the same vessel, you would call them not friends but opponents.
The future you shall know when it has come; before then, forget it.
Don't you know this, that words are doctors to a diseased temperment?
On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.