Of two friends, one is always the slave of the other, although frequently neither acknowledges the fact to himself.

And I, as I lived, in an alien landWill die a slave and an orphan.

For what did the creator prepare me,Why did he so terribly contradictThe hopes of my youth?

O vanity! you are the lever by means of which Archimedes wished to lift the earth!

Women love only those whom they do not know!

One should never spurn a penitent criminal: in his despair he may become twice as much a criminal as before.

Of two friends, one is always the slave of the other, although frequently neither acknowledges the fact to himself.