All deaths are hateful to miserable mortals, but the most pitiable death of all is to starve.
Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.
By turns the nine delight to sing
Do not beg me by knees or by parents you dog! I only wish I were savagely wrathful enough to hack up your corpse and eat it raw
I believe children are the future...which is why they must be stopped now!
Many shining actions owe their success to chance, though the general or statesman receive the applause.