It is a strange form of anger, difficult to cure, when two friends turn upon each other in hatred.
The best of seers is he who guesses well.
How sweet to remember the trouble that is past.
Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.
There is desire in those who love to hear about their loved ones' pains.
Prosperity is full of friends.