Conscience, that boon companion who sets a man free under the strong breastplate of innocence, that bids him on and fear not.
Will cannot be quenched against its will.
He listens well who takes notes.
In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.
Hope not ever to see heaven. I come to lead you to the other shore; into the eternal darkness; into fire and ice.
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.