Words are healers of the sick tempered.

If a man suffers ill, let it be without shame; for this is the only profit when we are dead. You will never say a good word about deeds that are evil and disgraceful.

And one who is just of his own free will shall not lack for happiness; and he will never come to utter ruin.

For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.

Bonds and the pangs of hunger are excellent prophet doctors for the wits.

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

When strength is yoked with justice, where is a mightier pair than they?