Victory is by nature superb and insulting.

Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.

To the inexperienced it is a pleasant thing to court the favour of the great; an experienced man fears it.

He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.

Poverty urges us to do and suffer anything that we may escape from it, and so leads us away from virtue.

A word once let out of the cage cannot be whistled back again.

Our sires' age was worse than our grandsires'. We their sons are more worthless than they: so in our turn we shall give the world a progeny yet more corrupt.