Death is the great leveller.
Death renders all equal.
Here is a fine field for talent.
He who seeks to terrify others is more in fear himself.
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.
Nothing can allay the rage of biting envy.