We shall perish by guile just as we slew.
This is a sickness rooted and inherent in the nature of a tyranny: that he that holds it does not trust his friends.
But I will place this carefully fed pig Within the crackling oven; and, I pray, What nicer dish can e'er be given to man.
It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.
High fortune, this in man's eye is god and more than god is this.
What good is it to live a life that brings pains?