The nearer we approach great men, the clearer we see that they are men.
The first day one is a guest, the second a burden, and the third a pest.
There are three great events in our lives: birth, life and death. Of birth we have no conscience; with death, we suffer; and, concerning life, we forget to live it.
We are valued in this world at the rate we desire to be valued.
Such a great misfortune, not to be able to be alone.
A tall, well-built man with a deep chest and broad shoulders can carry a heavy burden with ease and unconcern, and still keep one hand free; a dwarf would be crushed by half that weight. Thus lofty posts make great men greater still, and small men much smaller.