I beseech you to treasure up in your hearts these my parting words: Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.

There is nothing assured to mortals.

By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends!

Those that are little, little things suit.

Grammatici certant et adhuc sub iudice lis est. - Grammarians dispute, and the case it still before the courts.

Wherein is the use of getting rid of one thorn out of many?

Mingle a little folly with your wisdom; a little nonsense, now and then, is pleasant.