Difficulties elicit talents that in more fortunate circumstances would lie dormant.
Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.
All men do not, in fine, admire or love the same thing.
That man scorches with his brightness, who overpowers inferior capacities, yet he shall be revered when dead.
If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.
Half is done when the beginning is done.