He who despises life is his life's master.
Liberty may be of no more use Than stirring up the flame of civil wars; Then, by disorder fatal to the world, One wants no king, the other wants no equal.
I love you much less than my God, but much more than myself.
Sir, what does it matter whom I serve, so long as I am right?
Happiness seems made to be shared.
One often calms one's grief by recounting it.