You are judged of by what you possess.
The work you are treating is one full of dangerous hazard, and you are treading over fires lurking beneath treacherous ashes.
Force without reason falls of its own weight.
Posterity, thinned by the crime of its ancestors, shall hear of those battles.
Man learns more readily and remembers more willingly what excites his ridicule than what deserves esteem and respect.
Anger is a brief lunacy.