Other men's pains are easily borne.

Here lies a gentleman bold Who was so very brave He went to lengths untold, And on the brink of the grave Death had on him no hold. By the world he set small store-- He frightened it to the core-- Yet somehow, by Fate's plan, Though he'd lived a crazy man, When he died he was sane once more.

Necessity urges desperate measures.

Happy the man to whom heaven has given a morsel of bread without laying him under the obligation of thanking any other for it than heaven itself.

Jealousy sees things always with magnifying glasses which make little things large, of dwarfs giants, of suspicions truths.

I had rather munch a crust of brown bread and an onion in a corner, without any more ado, or ceremony, than feed upon turkey at another man's table.

Take my advice and live for a long, long time. Because the maddest thing a man can do is this life is to let himself die.