The Man Who Does Ill, Ill Must

Zeus, First Cause, Prime Mover; For What Thing Without Zeus Is Done Among Mortals?

Nor Does Night Conceal Men's Deeds Of Ill, But Whatsoe'er Thou Dost, Think That Some God Beholds It.

This Is A Sickness Rooted And Inherent In The Nature Of A Tyranny: That He That Holds It Does Not Trust His Friends.

Courage! Suffering, When It Climbs Highest, Lasts Not Long.

We Spoil Ourselves With Scruples Long As Things Go Well.