We are the buffoons of our children.
I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.
A man who permits his honor to be taken, permits his life to be taken.
The art of war is like the art of the courtesan; indeed they might be called sisters, since both are slaves of desperation.
If you want to annoy your neighbors, tell the truth about them.
They merit more praise who know how to suffer misery than those who temper themselves in contentment.