Everyone asks if a man is rich, no one if he is good.
If a man rejoice not in his drinking, he is mad; for in drinking it's possible ... to fondle breasts, and to caress well tended locks, and there is dancing withal, and oblivion of woe.
That glittering hope is immemorial and beckons many men to their undoing.
There is the sky, which is all men's together.
There is nothing like the sight of an old enemy down on his luck.
Courage may be taught as a child us taught to speak.