For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.
In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.
Everyone is ready to speak ill of a stranger.
There is no avoidance in delay.
From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.
Obedience is the mother of success and is wedded to safety.