I care for riches, to make gifts To friends, or lead a sick man back to health With ease and plenty. Else small aid is wealth For daily gladness; once a man be done With hunger, rich and poor are all as one.
Dead men have no victory.
To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.
In life, the worst disasters come from passion.
Action achieves more than words.
Alas!-but why Alas? It is the lot of mortality we experience.