Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance.
Who to himself is law no law doth need; offends none and is king indeed.
I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.
Tis immortality to die aspiring, As if a man were taken quick to heaven.
Promise is most given when the least is said.
An Englishman, being flattered, is a lamb; threatened, a lion.