The poor disgust us because they are us, shorn of our illusions. They show us what we'd look like without our fine clothes. How'd we smell without perfume
We are weak, vain creatures. We live only by the Mother's mercy
I imagine this is strange for you. Everyone you meet has a hidden motive and you pride you
A true leader avails himself of the wisest counsel he can. And no one is wiser than the gods