Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.
Use the occasion, for it passes swiftly.
The end doesn't justify the means.
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.
In an easy cause anyone can be eloquent; the slightest strength is enough to break what is already shattered.
That's one of the greatest curses ever inflicted on the human race, memory.