To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.
Wealth stays with us a little moment if at all: only our characters are steadfast, not our gold.
How sweet to remember the trouble that is past.
Keep alive the light of justice, And much that men say in blame will pass you by.
Learned we may be with another man's learning: we can only be wise with wisdom of our own: [I hate a sage who is not wise for himself]
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.