Friends show me what I can do, foes teach me what I should do.
This is the curse of an evil deed, that it incites and must bring forth more evil.
Without a home must the soldier go, a changeful wanderer, and can warm himself at no home-lit hearth.
Man is an imitative creature.
To the fool-king belongs the world.
A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but they have heads like a soapboiler's.