Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.
They hate whom they fear.
The victor is not victorious if the vanquished does not consider himself so
The ape, vilest of beasts, how like to us.
A true friend is distinguished in the crisis of hazard and necessity; when the gallantry of his aid may show the worth of his soul and the loyalty of his heart.