If you give me six lines written by the hand of the most honest of men, I will find something in them which will hang him.
Friendship is the medicine for all misfortune; but ingratitude dries up the fountain of all goodness.
Who will be my equal?
Did you think I was immortal?
Never write a letter and never destroy one.
War is one of the scourges with which it has pleased God to afflict men.