They think too little who talk too much.
A happy genius is the gift of nature.
Learn to write well, or not to write at all.
Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.
War is a trade of kings.
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.