Everyone, To Those Weaker Than Themselves, Is

For The Poison Of Hatred Seated Near The Heart Doubles The Burden For The One Who Suffers The Disease; He Is Burdened With His Own Sorrow, And Groans On Seeing Another's Happiness.

The Laws Of A State Change With The Changing Times.

But Who Can Describe The Overweening Pride Of Men? Or Women Mad With Passion, Reckless In Their Hearts, Soulmates To Every Kind Of Ruin That Befalls Us? Wild Passion, Unrestrained, Boundless, That Overcomes The Women, Perverts The Yoke Of Wedlock For Beasts And Men Alike.

Still To The Sufferer Comes, As Due From God, A Glory That To Suffering Owes Its Birth.

I Would Rather Be Ignorant Than Knowledgeable Of Evils.