Flee an enemy who knows your weakness.
One often calms one's grief by recounting it.
I am master of myself as of the universe, so I am; so I wish to be.
He on whom heaven confers a sceptre knows not the weight till he bears it.
Oh, how sweet it is to pity the fate of an enemy who can no longer threaten us!
For souls nobly born, valor doesn't await the passing of years