On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.
I willingly speak to those who know, but for those who do not know I forget.
My will is mine...I shall not make it soft for you.
The adulterer dies. An old custom, justice.
There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls.
Self-will in the man who does not reckon wisely is by itself the weakest of all things.