You should not fear, nor yet should you wish for your last day.
I do not hate the man, but his vices.
Fortune gives many too much, but none enough.
To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.
Red-haired, black-lipped, club-footed, and blink-eyed; if you're a good man, you're a wonder!
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.