In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

I willingly speak to those who know, but for those who do not know I forget.

The act of evil breeds others to follow, young sins in its own likeness.

What good is it to live a life that brings pains?

The words of truth are simple.

If you are not envied, you are not enviable.

This is a sickness rooted and inherent in the nature of a tyranny: that he that holds it does not trust his friends.