A king is he who has laid fear aside and the base longings of an evil heart; whom ambition unrestrained and the fickle favor of the reckless mob move not.
The foremost art of Kings is the power to endure hatred.
Drunkenness is nothing but a self-induced state of insanity.
Life's neither a good nor an evil: it's a field for good and evil.
What a vile and abject thing is man if he do not raise himself above humanity.
Crime requires further crime to conceal it.