When strength is yoked with justice, where is a mightier pair than they?
You have been trapped in the inescapable net of ruin by your own want of sense.
His resolve is not to seem the bravest, but to be.
Pain lays not its touch upon a corpse.
If you pour oil and vinegar into the same vessel, you would call them not friends but opponents.
Fear hurries on my tongue through want of courage.