He who dreads hostility too much is unfit to rule.
To err is human. To repeat error is of the Devil.
It is the practice of the multitude to bark at eminent men, as little dogs do at strangers.
Fortune dreads the brave, and is only terrible to the coward.
He who does not want to die should not want to live. For life is tendered to us with the proviso of death. Life is the way to this destination.
A favor is to a grateful man delightful always; to an ungrateful man only once.