You were a stranger to sorrow: therefore Fate has cursed you.
Hate is a bottomless cup; I will pour and pour
Out of some little thing, too free a tongue can make an outrageous wrangle.
Pay special attention to their agony so I might take some pleasure.
Power gives no purchase to the hand, it will not hold, soon perishes, and greatness goes.
A coward turns away, but a brave man's choice is danger.