Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.
You may envy every one, but no one envies you.
Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.
No hero to me is the man who, by easy shedding of his blood, purchases fame: my hero is he who, without death, can win praise.
She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
Our days pass by, and are scored against us.