Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men.
They yearn for what they fear for.
Lying in a featherbed will bring you no fame, nor staying beneath the quilt, and he who uses up his life without achieving fame leaves no more vestige of himself on Earth than smoke in the air or foam upon the water.
From a little spark may burst a flame.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil