Death renders all equal.
Nature has placed his own happiness in each man's hands, if he only knew how to use it.
Luxury, that alluring pest with fair forehead, which, yielding always to the will of the body, throws a deadening influence over the senses, and weakens the limbs more than the drugs of Circe's cup.
Whoever desires is always poor.
He who seeks to terrify others is more in fear himself.
Clemency alone makes us equal to the gods.