The lofty pine is most easily brought low by the force of the wind, and the higher the tower the greater the fall thereof.
With you I should love to live, with you be ready to die.
Boy, I loathe Persian luxury.
Oh! thou who are greatly mad, deign to spare me who am less mad.
The human race afraid of nothing, rushes on through every crime.
He who feared that he would not succeed sat still.