Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.
Sir, what does it matter whom I serve, so long as I am right?
I would not like a king who could obey.
Ambition displeases when it has been sated ... having reached the peak, it aspires to descend.
He who is hated by all can not expect to live long.
Time is a great manager: it arranges things well.