Often they benefit who suffer wrong.

Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.

Cunning leads to knavery. It is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery. Only lying makes the difference; add that to cunning, and it is knavery.

Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.

A soldier when aged is not appreciated; the love of an old man sickens.

Every woman thinks herself attractive; even the plainest is satisfied with the charms she deems that she possesses.

The mind grows sicker than the body in contemplation of it's suffering.