Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.

The corruption of the age is made up by the particular contribution of every individual man; some contribute treachery, others injustice, atheism, tyranny, avarice, cruelty, according to their power.

It is equally pointless to weep because we won't be alive a hundred years from now as that we were not here a hundred years ago.

Life itself is neither a good nor an evil: life is where good or evil find a place, depending on how you make it for them.

The worst condition of humans is when they lose knowledge and control of themselves.

The worst of my actions or conditions seem not so ugly unto me as I find it both ugly and base not to dare to avouch for them.

The only good histories are those written by those who had command in the events they describe.