Remember you must die whether you sit about moping all day long or whether on feast days you stretch out in a green field, happy with a bottle of Falernian from your innermost cellar.

However rich or elevated, a name less something is always wanting to our imperfect fortune.

Having no business of his own to attend to, he busies himself with the affairs of others.

He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.

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.

Here, or nowhere, is the thing we seek.

We are often deterred from crime by the disgrace of others.