To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.
I have found power in the mysteries of thought, exaltation in the changing of the Muses; I have been versed in the reasonings of men; but Fate is stronger than anything I have known.
I hate it in friends when they come too late to help.
Power gives no purchase to the hand, it will not hold, soon perishes, and greatness goes.
Disaster appears, to crush one man now, but afterward another.
Remember this! No amount of Bacchic reveling can corrupt an honest woman.