If it's a despot you would dethrone, see first that his throne erected within you is destroyed.
We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.
Extreme torture is mute, and so we sat silent, petrified, like columns of marble buried under the sand of an earthquake. Neither wished to listen to the other because our heart-threads had become weak and even breathing would have broken them.
For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.
Our worst fault is our preoccupation with the faults of others.
In friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures.