Our days pass by, and are scored against us.
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.
A vagrant is everywhere at home.
Of no day can the retrospect cause pain to a good man.
Nothing is more ill-timed than an ill-timed laugh.
Man loves malice, but not against one-eyed men nor the unfortunate, but against the fortunate and proud.