One wanders to the left, another to the right. Both are equally in error, but, are seduced by different delusions.

I beseech you to treasure up in your hearts these my parting words: Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.

Wine brings to light the hidden secrets of the soul, gives being to our hopes, bids the coward flight, drives dull care away, and teaches new means for the accomplishment of our wishes.

The jackdaw, stript of her stolen colours, provokes our laughter.

Only a stomach that rarely feels hungry scorns common things.

There are words and accents by which this grief can be assuaged, and the disease in a great measure removed.

Noble descent and worth, unless united with wealth, are esteemed no more than seaweed.