Better a serpent than a stepmother!
A slave is he who cannot speak his thoughts.
To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.
The God knows when to smile.
Wealth stays with us a little moment if at all: only our characters are steadfast, not our gold.
It is a strange form of anger, difficult to cure, when two friends turn upon each other in hatred.