What is more useful than fire? Yet if any one prepares to burn a house, it is with fire that he arms his daring hands.
The love of country is more powerful than reason itself.
Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.
A broken fortune is like a falling column; the lower it sinks, the greater weight it has to sustain.
Love is an affair of credulity.
I hate, and yet must love the thing I hate.
A field becomes exhausted by constant tillage.
Little things please little minds.
How little is the promise of the child fulfilled in the man.
Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest peaks.
Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.
Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.
Death is less bitter punishment than death’s delay.
As long as you are lucky, you will have many friends; if cloudy times appear, you will be alone. -Donec eris felix, multos numerabis amicos; tempora si fuerint nubila, solus eris.
Daring is not safe against daring men.
Give way to your opponent; thus will you gain the crown of victory.
What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps with it alone, she lives.
Isn’t the best defense always a good attack?
The brave find a home in every land.
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.