Old men are always young enough to learn with profit.

And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.

I warn the marauder dragging plunder, chaotic, rich beyond all rights: he'll strike his sails, harried at long last, stunned when the squalls of torment break his spars to bits.

Making it a valid law to learn by suffering.

Truth is always the first casualty of war.

Overly persuasive a woman's ordinance spreads far, traveling fast; but fast dying a rumor voiced by a woman perishes.

Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.