In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.
Unanimous hatred is the greatest medicine for a human community.
For sufferers it is sweet to know before-hand clearly the pain that still remains for them.
The high strength of men knows no content with limitation.
Base men who prosper are unenviable.
The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.