He should be envied Who when his strength is spent lays down his life. Old age reserves a melancholy fate For noble souls before their life is done.
How sweet to die after one's enemies.
It is the guilt, not the scaffold, which constitutes the shame.
Happiness seems made to be shared.
Good fortune leads one to the highest glory, But to renounce it calls for equal courage.
Danger breeds best on too much confidence.