We spoil ourselves with scruples long as things go well.
Too few rejoice at a friend's good fortune.
There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.
I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death
Neither a life of anarchy nor a life under a despot should you praise. To all that lies in the middle has a god given excellence.
The act of evil breeds others to follow, young sins in its own likeness.