But the lust for power never dies - men cannot have enough. No one will lift a hand to send it from his door$$$ to give it warning$$$ "Power$$$ never come again!"

Betray a friend$$$ and you'll often find you have ruined yourself.

Bastions of wealth are no deference for the man who treads the grand altar of Justice down and out of sight.

She looked just like a painting dying to speak.

You wish to be called righteous rather than act right.

Tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.

For somehow this is tyranny's disease$$$ to trust no friends.

Italy is one thing$$$ England one.

Here I am. Look no furter. No one loves you more than I.

Words are doctors for the diseased temper.