O lady, nobility is thine, and thy form is the reflection of thy nature!
Vengeance comes not slowly either upon you or any other wicked man, but steals silently and imperceptibly, placing its foot on the bad.
Oftener than not the old are uncontrollable; Their tempers make them difficult to deal with.
When good men die their goodness does not perish.
What good can come from meeting death with tears? If a man Is sorry for himself, he doubles death.
To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.
No man on earth is truly free, All are slaves of money or necessity. Public opinion or fear of prosecution forces each one, against his conscience, to conform.
When two souls compose a single song, The muse fans Livid wrath before long.
Those whose cause is just will never lack good arguments.
The first requisite to happiness is that a man be born in a famous city.
Bear calamities with meekness.
Happy the man whose lot it is to know The secrets of the earth. He hastens not To work his fellows hurt by unjust deeds, But with rapt admiration contemplates Immortal Nature’s ageless harmony, And how and when the order came to be.
In the hands of vicious men, a mob will do anything. But under good leaders it’s quite a different story.
Woman is woman’s natural ally.
If some appalling disaster befalls, there’s Always a way for the rich.
They who are sad find somehow sweetness in tears.
To have found you is a dear happiness; and to be Apollo’s son is beyond all my hopes; but there is something I want to say to you alone. Come; this is a private matter between us two – anything you tell me shall be as secret as the grave.
Friendship doubles your joys, and divides your sorrows.
Life is a short affair; We should try to make it smooth, and free from strife.
Why do we make so much of knowledge, struggle so hard to get some little skill not worth the effort?