Life's neither a good nor an evil: it's a field for good and evil.
The kind of solace that arises from having company in misery is spiteful.
What you think is the summit is only a step up
Death is sometimes a punishment, often a gift; to many it has been a favor.
He who dreads hostility too much is unfit to rule.
I persist on praising not the life I lead, but that which I ought to lead. I follow it at a mighty distance, crawling