You may envy every one, but no one envies you.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

Your page stands against you and says to you that you are a thief.

I have not hated the man, but his faults.

There is nothing more contemptible than a bald man who pretends to have hair.

It is easy in adversity to despise death; he has real fortitude who dares to live and be wretched.

I know all that better than my own name.