Everybody hates a prodigy, detests an old head on young shoulders.

Dulce bellum inexpertis. - War is lovely for those who know nothing about it.

The nearer people approach old age the closer they return to a semblance of childhood, until the time comes for them to depart this life, again like children, neither tired of living nor aware of death.

A good portion of speaking will consist in knowing how to lie.

This type of man who is devoted to the study of wisdom is always most unlucky in everything, and particularly when it comes to procreating children; I imagine this is because Nature wants to ensure that the evils of wisdom shall not spread further throughout mankind.

They are looking in utter darkness for that which has no existence whatsoever.

Fortune favours the audacious.