'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore.
The best prophet is common sense, our native wit.
Where there are two, one cannot be wretched, and one not.
Luckier than one's neighbor, but still not happy.
The man who sticks it out against his fate shows spirit, but the spirit of a fool.
Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.