Doth some one say that there be gods above? There are not; no, there are not. Let no fool, Led by the old false fable, thus deceive you. Look at the facts themselves, yielding my words, No undue credence: for I say that kings kill, rob, break oaths, lay cities waste by fraud, And doing thus are happier than those, Who live calm pious lives day after day. All divinity is built-up from our good and evil luck.

If one must do a wrong, it's best to do it pursuing power-otherwise, let's have virtue.

How base a thing it is when a man will struggle with necessity! We have to die.

The worst, the least curable hatred is that which has superseded deep love.

The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable, Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.

No one is happy all his life long.

The new-come stepmother hates the children born to a first wife.