War never takes a wicked man by chance, the good man always.
There is an ancient saying, famous among men, that thou shouldst not judge fully of a man’s life before he dieth, whether it should be called blest or wretched.
The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.
For the dead there are no more toils.
Death is not the greatest of evils; it is worse to want to die, and not be able to.
Whoe’er imagines prudence all his own, Or deems that he hath powers to speak and judge Such as none other hath, when they are known, They are found shallow.
For the wretched one night is like a thousand; for someone faring well death is just one more night.
A cunning fellow is man, inventive beyond all expectation, he reaches sometimes evil and sometimes good.
But this is a true saying among men: the gifts of enemies are no gifts and profitless.
There is a point beyond which even justice becomes unjust.
You should not consider a man’s age but his acts.
Whoever thinks that he alone has speech, or possesses speech or mind above others, when unfolded such men are seen to be empty.
The rewards of virtue alone abide secure.
I was born to join in love, not hate – that is my nature.
When I have tried and failed, I shall have failed.
All our mortal lives are set in danger and perplexity: one day to prosper, and the next – who knows? When all is well, then look for rocks ahead.
The truth is what I cherish and that’s my strength.
Whoever gets up and comes to grips with Love like a boxer is a fool.
Reason is God’s crowning gift to man.
How dreadful knowledge of the truth can be when there’s no help in truth!