God ever works with those who work with will.
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 wisest of the wise may err.
Learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.
I say you must not win an unjust case by oaths.
This is a sickness rooted and inherent in the nature of a tyranny: that he that holds it does not trust his friends.