A man's renown is like the hue of grass, Which comes and goes.

The experience of this sweet life.

This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.

If you're asking for a date, forget it. 'Cause I make it a point not to go out with women who shoot me in the head!

He who sees a need and waits to be asked for help is as unkind as if he had refused it.

Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.

O foolish anxiety of wretched man, how inconclusive are the arguments which make thee beat thy wings below!