In Every Tyrant's Heart There Springs In

Know Not To Revere Human Things Too Much.

Justice Inclines Her Scales So That Wisdom Comes At The Price Of Suffering.

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.

Search Well And Be Wise, Nor Believe That Self-willed Pride Will Ever Be Better Than Good Counsel.

The Evils Of Mortals Are Manifold; Nowhere Is Trouble Of The Same Wing Seen.