Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.

A gun is not a weapon! It's a tool, like a butcher's knife, or a harpoon, or an alligator.

Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.

All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.

Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.

Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend.

There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and love.