Even from the first it is meek to seek the impossible.
Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.
It is the task of a good man to help those in misfortune.
There is a point beyond which even justice becomes unjust.
In a just cause it is right to be confident.
Everything is ideal to its parent.