The pleasure that is granted to me from a sense of duty ceases to be a pleasure at all.

Presents, believe me, seduce both men and gods.

Only the mind cannot be sent into exile.

Spare the soul that feels a deadly wound.

I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.

The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.

Good hope is often beguiled by her own augury.