Whenever A Man Makes Haste, God Too

The Act Of Evil Breeds Others To Follow, Young Sins In Its Own Likeness.

A Great Ox Stands On My Tongue.

In Every Tyrant's Heart There Springs In The End This Poison, That He Cannot Trust A Friend.

The Air Is Zeus, Zeus Earth, And Zeus The Heaven, Zeus All That Is, And What Transcends Them All.

From A Small Seed A Mighty Trunk May Grow.