In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.
Truth is always the first casualty of war.
For know that no one is free, except Zeus.
So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft: With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.
Pain lays not its touch upon a corpse.
But from the good health of the mind comes that which is dear to all and the object of prayer-happiness.