Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath, and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.

Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.

He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same mistake.

There is a fault common to all singers. When they're among friends and are asked to sing they don't want to, and when they're not asked to sing they never stop.

Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.

I am frightened at seeing all the footprints directed towards thy den, and none returning.

I have completed a monument more lasting than brass.