No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.
I never indulge in rhyme or stanza Unless I'm in bed with the influenza.
The victor is not victorious if the vanquished does not consider himself so
To open his lips is crime in a plain citizen.
Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.
Don't ask of your friends what you yourself can do.