It is the just decree of Heaven that a traitor never sees his danger till his ruin is at hand.

Cowards' weapons neither cut nor pierce.

Though the Indian ocean abounds in rich and rare gems, it does not boast a clearer sky nor more unruffled sea. If there be a shore that dreads not the fury of the faithless billows, it is some poor and narrow inlet unknown to the winds.

An old warrior is never in haste to strike the blow.

It is the just decree of Heaven that a traitor never sees his danger till his ruin is at hand.

If our inward griefs were written on our brows, how many who are envied now would be pitied. It would seem that they had their deadliest foe in their own breast, and their whole happiness would be reduced to mere seeming.

Fortune is the best school of courage when she is fraught with anger, in the same way as winds and tempests are the school of the sailorboy.