Unsung, the noblest deed will die.
Envy, the attendant of the empty mind.
I will not steep my speech in lies; the test of any man lies in action.
Creatures of a day, what is any one? What is he not? Man is but a dream of a shadow. Yet when there comes as a gift of heaven a gleam of sunshine, there rest upon men a radiant light and, aye, a gentle life.
When men succeed, even their neighbors think them wise.
One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.