Brave deeds are wasted when hidden.

Death is easier to bear without thinking of it, than the thought of death without peril.

Those we call the ancients were really new in everything.

That which makes us go so far for love is that we never think that we might have need of anything besides that which we love.

No one is offended at not seeing everything; but one does not like to be mistaken, and that perhaps arises from the fact that man naturally cannot see everything, and that naturally he cannot err in the side he looks at, since the perceptions of our senses are always true.

Our natures lie in motion, without which we die.

And is it not obvious that, just as it is a crime to disturb the peace when truth reigns, it is also a crime to remain at peace when the truth is being destroyed?