As long as there are men the bulwark is safe.
For hostile word let hostile word be paid.
It is always the season for the old to learn.
O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse.
The one knowing what is profitable, and not the man knowing many things, is wise.
This is a sickness rooted and inherent in the nature of a tyranny: that he that holds it does not trust his friends.