For historians ought to be precise, truthful, and quite unprejudiced, and neither interest nor fear, hatred nor affection, should cause them to swerve from the path of truth, whose mother is history, the rival of time, the depository of great actions, the witness of what is past, the example and instruction of the present, the monitor of the future.

When we leave this world, and are laid in the earth, the prince walks as narrow a path as the day-laborer.

A bad year and a bad month to all the backbiting bitches in the world!.

Wine in excess keeps neither secrets nor promises.

When good luck knocks at the door, let him in and keep him there.

Love not what you are but only what you may become.

We ought to love our Maker for His own sake, without either hope of good or fear of pain.