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.
It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.
Wish to be what you are, and wish for no other position.
Work divided is in that manner shortened.
Man loves malice, but not against one-eyed men nor the unfortunate, but against the fortunate and proud.
There is no glory in otustripping donkeys.