The injuries that befall us unexpectedly are less severe than those which are deliberately anticipated.

To some extent I liken slavery to death.

Sweet is the recollection of difficulties overcome.

Every evil in the bud is easily crushed: as it grows older, it becomes stronger.

Your enemies can kill you, but only your friends can hurt you.

Never go to excess, but let moderation be your guide.

There is nothing more shocking than to see assertion and approval dashing ahead of cognition and perception.