The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger.
Words are healers of the sick tempered.
Human prosperity never rests but always craves more, till blown up with pride it totters and falls. From the opulent mansions pointed at by all passers-by none warns it away, none cries, 'Let no more riches enter!'.
Know yourself and fit yourself to new fashions. For there is a new ruler among the gods.
The reward of pain is experience.
Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.