The words of truth are simple.
Everyone’s quick to blame the alien.
I, schooled in misery, know many purifying rites, and I know where speech is proper and where silence.
Whoever is new to power is always harsh.
I would rather be ignorant than knowledgeable of evils.
When a match has equal partners then I fear not.
To mourn and bewail your ill-fortune, when you will gain a tear from those who listen, this is worth the trouble.
I know how men in exile feed on dreams.
There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.
Excessive fear is always powerless.