There is a remedy for everything but death; who, in spite of our teeth, will take us in his clutches.
The poet may say or sing, not as things were, but as they ought to have been; but the historian must pen them, not as they ought to have been, but as they really were.
Jests that give pains are no jests.
There is no greater folly in the world than for a man to despair.
Good actions ennoble us, and we are the sons of our deeds.
Valor lies just halfway between rashness and cowardice.