In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.
Only when a man's life comes to its end in prosperity dare we pronounce him happy.
When a tongue fails to send forth appropriate shafts, there might be a word to act as healer of these.
Know yourself and fit yourself to new fashions. For there is a new ruler among the gods.
There's only few people who have strength to honor someone's achievement without envy.