There is no solitude in nature.
The first great law is to obey.
Men show no mercy and expect no mercy, when honor calls, or when they fight for their idols or their gods.
As inclination changes, thus ebbs and flows the unstable tide of public judgment.
Modest humility is beauty's crown.
Death is a mighty mediator. There all the flames of rage are extinguished, hatred is appeased, and angelic pity, like a weeping sister, bends with gentle and close embrace over the funeral urn.