Brave hearts do not back down back off.
Nobody likes the man who brings bad news.
A broad-backed ox can be driven straight on his road even by a small goad.
Oh child, may you be happier than your father, but in all other respects alike. And then you would not be bad.
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.
Time is the only test of honest men, one day is space enough to know a rogue.