Alas for the affairs of men! When they are fortunate you might compare them to a shadow; and if they are unfortunate, a wet sponge with one dash wipes the picture away.
For somehow this disease inheres in tyranny, never to trust one's friends.
Death is better a milder fate than tyranny.
It is best for the wise man not to seem wise.
And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.
There is no disgrace in an enemy suffering ill at an enemy's hand, when you hate mutually.