Nothing is our except time.

Unhappy is the man, though he rule the world, who doesn't consider himself supremely blessed.

All art is an imitation of nature.

What you think about yourself is much more important than what others think of you.

Unhappy is the man, though he rule the world, who doesn't consider himself supremely blessed. In order to consider himself supremely blessed he must deeply understand that things could be much worse but aren't! To not do that is to always be less happy than he could be.

When in fear, it is safest to force the attack.

It is not death we fear, but the thought of it.