Man is ready to die for an idea, provided that idea is not quite clear to him.
Avarice is fear sheathed in gold.
Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
Many a necklace becomes a noose.
Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird.