Don't you know this, that words are doctors to a diseased temperment?
May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night.
When we sleep the soul is lit up... by many eyes, and with them, we can see everything that we cannot see in the daytime.
A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.
In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.
High fortune, this in man's eye is god and more than god is this.