I know how men in exile feed on dreams.

Death is softer by far than tyranny.

Too few rejoice at a friend's good fortune.

Whoever is new to power is always harsh.

In the lack of judgment great harm arises, but one vote cast can set right a house.

What good is it to live a life that brings pains?

Justice turns the scale, bringing to some learning through suffering.

Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.

I willingly speak to those who know, but for those who do not know I forget.