When I was young I pitied the old. Now old, it is the young I pity.
It is sometimes well for a blatant error to draw attention to overmodest truths.
Kill one man, and you are murderer.
We spend our time envying people whom we wouldn't wish to be.
Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.
Whether man is disposed to yield to nature or to oppose her, he cannot do without a correct understanding of her language