The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.

But whoever gives birth to useless children, what would you say of him except that he has bred sorrows for himself, and furnishes laughter for his enemies.

Do not grieve yourself too much for those you hate, nor yet forget them utterly.

To err from the right path is common to mankind.

To give birth is a fearsome thing; there is no hating the child one has borne even when injured by it.

Do nothing secretly; for Time sees and hears all things, and discloses all.

Ignorance is a tough evil to conquer.