No man on earth is truly free, All are slaves of money or necessity. Public opinion or fear of prosecution forces each one, against his conscience, to conform.

Soon all of you immortals Will be as dead as we are! Come on then, what are you waiting for? Have you run out of thunderbolts?

There is no harbor of peace from the changing waves of joy and despair.

Terrible is the force of the waves of sea, terrible is the rush of the river and the blasts of hot fire, and terrible are a thousand other things; but none is such a terrible evil as woman.

When a wise man chooses a sane basis for his arguments, it is no great task to speak well.

Fortune always will confer an aura of worth, unworthily; and in this world The lucky person passes for a genius.

I think it makes small difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All that is an empty glorification left for those who live.