Bonds and the pangs of hunger are excellent prophet doctors for the wits.
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.
The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger.
I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.
Time in his aging overtakes all things alike.
Unanimous hatred is the greatest medicine for a human community.