There is no disgrace in an enemy suffering ill at an enemy's hand, when you hate mutually.
Alas for the affairs of men! When they are fortunate you might compare them to a shadow; and if they are unfortunate, a wet sponge with one dash wipes the picture away.
The adulterer dies. An old custom, justice.
In war the first casualty is the truth.
Whenever a man makes haste, God too hastens with him.
Many among men are they who set high the show of honor, yet break justice.