Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.

To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.

I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.

Neither earth nor ocean produces a creature as savage and monstrous as woman.

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

Action achieves more than words.

All men know their children Mean more than life. If childless people sneer- Well, they've less sorrow. But what lonesome luck!