Men do not become tyrants in order that they may not suffer cold. — Aristotle, Politics
Men do not become tyrants in order that they may not suffer cold. — Aristotle, Politics
Men do not become tyrants in order that they may not suffer cold. — Aristotle, Politics
Men do not become tyrants in order that they may not suffer cold. — Aristotle, Politics
Men do not become tyrants in order that they may not suffer cold. — Aristotle, Politics
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Men do not become tyrants in order that they may not suffer cold.

— Aristotle, Politics
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