Every man's road in life is marked by the grave of his personal likings.
If you wish to make a man look noble, your best course is to kill him. What superiority he may have inherited from his race, what superiority nature may have personally gifted him with, comes out in death.
We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.
Every day travels toward death; the last only arrives at it.
If a man is worth knowing at all, he is worth knowing well.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.