Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.

O Friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong And let no warrior in the heat of fight, Do what may bring him shame in others' eyes

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

Many shining actions owe their success to chance, though the general or statesman receive the applause.

How vain, without the merit, is the name.

It is the bold man who every time does best, at home or abroad.