We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.
Ambition, having reached the summit, longs to descend.
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.
The greater the risk, the sweeter the fruit.
I don't know how to defend myself: surprised innocence cannot imagine being under suspicion.