Life is short, yet sweet.
A man who has been in danger, When he comes out of it forgets his fears, And sometimes he forgets his promises.
Dishonor will not trouble me, once I am dead.
Love distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart...
Only a madman would give good for evil.
Ten thousand men possess ten thousand hopes.
How base a thing it is when a man will struggle with necessity! We have to die.
If the gods do evil then they are not gods.
That glittering hope is immemorial and beckons many men to their undoing.
There is no harbor of peace from the changing waves of joy and despair.
Out of some little thing, too free a tongue can make an outrageous wrangle.
The man that isn’t jolly after drinking is just a drivelling idiot, to my thinking.
Fortune always will confer an aura of worth, unworthily; and in this world The lucky person passes for a genius.
Who knows but life be that which men call death, And death what men call life?
Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.
For in other ways a woman is full of fear, defenseless, dreads the sight of cold steel; but, when once she is wronged in the matter of love, no other soul can hold so many thoughts of blood.
To me, a wicked man who is also eloquent seems the most guilty of them all. He’ll cut your throat as bold as brass, because he can dress up murder in handsome words.
I will storm the Gods and shake the Universe.
You don’t know what your life is, nor what you’re doing, nor who you are.
O what will she do, a soul bitten into with wrong?