No one's so old that he mayn't with decency hope for one more day.
He who boasts of his descent, praises the deed of another.
The place one's in, though, doesn't make any contribution to peace of mind: it's the spirit that makes everything agreeable to oneself.
Such is the blindness, nay the insanity of mankind, that some men are driven to death by the fear of it.
A thousand approaches lie open to death.
Behold a contest worthy of a god, a brave man matched in conflict with adversity.