Truth may be stretched, but cannot be broken, and always gets above falsehood, as does oil above water.

I never thrust my nose into other men's porridge. It is no bread and butter of mine; every man for himself, and God for us all.

The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.

Do you see over yonder, friend Sancho, thirty or forty hulking giants? I intend to do battle with them and slay them.

The pen is the language of the soul; as the concepts that in it are generated, such will be its writings.

Soul of fibre and heart of oak.

It is the part of a wise man to keep himself today for tomorrow, and not to venture all his eggs in one basket.