May he die with no joy at his end, The man who won't be troubled To unlock the keys of his heart and make a friend.

In the hands of vicious men, a mob will do anything. But under good leaders it's quite a different story.

Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.

Oh, what a vileness human beauty is; corroding, corrupting everything it touches.

The best prophet is common sense, our native wit.

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

Men make their choice: one man honors one God, and one another.