A soldier when aged is not appreciated; the love of an old man sickens.
Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.
What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps with it alone, she lives.
What is more useful than fire? Yet if any one prepares to burn a house, it is with fire that he arms his daring hands.
There is no useful thing which may not be turned to an injurious purpose.
It is the act of a coward to wish for death.