There is a point beyond which even justice becomes unjust.
It becomes one, while exempt from woes, to look to the dangers.
Heap up great wealth in your house, if you wish, and live as a tyrant, but, if the enjoyment of these things be lacking, I would not buy the rest for the shadow of smoke as against happiness.
Truth is always straightforward.
To him who is afraid, everything rustles.
When you can prove me wrong, then call me blind.