Don't you know that silence supports the accuser's charge?

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.

Whoever thinks that he alone has speech, or possesses speech or mind above others, when unfolded such men are seen to be empty.

Those whose life is long still strive for gain, and for all mortals all things take second place to money.

Even the stout of heart shrink when they see the approach of death.

Thoughts are mightier than strength of hand.

In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace.