Men are the dreams of a shadow.
Forge thy tongue on an anvil of truth and what flies up, though it be but a spark, will have light.
When men succeed, even their neighbors think them wise.
The days that are still to come are the wisest witnesses.
Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?
War is sweet to them that know it not.