Mankind is made great or little by its own will.
Only the soldier is a free man, because he can look death in the face.
The jest loses its point when he who makes it is the first to laugh.
Truth suffers no loss if a vehement youth fails in finding it, in the same way that virtue and religion suffer no detriment if a criminal denies them.
Rigor pushed too far is sure to miss its aim, however good, as the bow snaps that is bent too stiffly.
Worthless is the nation that does not gladly stake its all on its honor.