The best of seers is he who guesses well.

Misery is the end of those with unbridled mouths.

There is something in the pang of change more than the heart can bear, unhappiness remembering happiness.

This is what it means to be a slave; to be abused and bear it; compelled by violence to suffer wrong.

In the hands of vicious men, a mob will do anything. But under good leaders it's quite a different story.

There is one thing alone that stands the brunt of life throughout its course; a quiet conscience.

Power gives no purchase to the hand, it will not hold, soon perishes, and greatness goes.