Take subject matter equal to your powers, and ponder long, what your shoulders cannot bear, and what they can.

A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.

Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.

Punishment follows close on crime.

Let him who has once perceived how much that, which has been discarded, excels that which he has longed for, return at once, and seek again that which he despised.

We are just statistics, born to consume resources.

The impartial earth opens alike for the child of the pauper and the king.