Ascolta bene, amico mio! That companion who does not help you raise your sword in war will, sooner or later, be the first to raise it against you after your victory.

Loyalty without purpose is as useless as a candle lit at midday. They call it friendship, but it is tragic foolishness. And the lack of wisdom brings down men who had everything—except prudence.

Helping someone who refuses to rise may appear noble, but in practice it is ignorance. Kindness that ignores context becomes a tightening noose around the neck. Some drown not for lack of rescue, but out of contempt for the hand extended to them. And you, pazzo, in trying to lift him, will shipwreck alongside the defeated if you lack discernment.

Old friendship with the failed is like a ‘lover’ many refuse to abandon out of fear of scandal. There is no glory in preserving what is rotten out of habit.

Davvero, a lesson from Cataniello for the soft-hearted: cutting away the useless does not require hatred, but rigor. The same rigor of a surgeon before gangrenous flesh. One does not hate the tumor—one removes it. Not out of anger, but out of love for the body that can still live. To preserve what decays is to make a pact with death.

You owe no loyalty to those who weaken you and delay your victory. You owe no affection to those who sabotage your path. And above all, you owe no explanations to those who, disguised as friends, act as anchors.

Only the one who possesses powerful hatred and darkness within, yet chooses to control them willingly—he alone is worthy of being called a man of honor.”

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