What Greater Grief Than The

The Fiercest Anger Of All, The Most Incurable, Is That Which Rages In The Place Of Dearest Love.

When One With Honeyed Words But Evil Mind Persuades The Mob, Great Woes Befall The State.

There Is No Evil As Terrible As A Woman.

The Wavering Mind Is But A Base Possession.

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief